We are always bored by the very people by whom it is vital not to be bored.

It seems that nature, which has so wisely disposed our bodily organs with a view to our happiness, has also bestowed on us pride, to spare us the pain of being aware of our imperfections.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

Extreme boredom provides its own antidote.

As love increases, prudence diminishes.

When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.

Luxury and excessive refinement are sure forerunners of the decadence of states, because when all individuals seek their own interests they neglect the public weal.