Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.

Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

The violence we do to ourselves in order to remain faithful to the one we love is hardly better than an act of infidelity.

There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

Philosophy easily triumphs over past and future ills; but present ills triumph over philosophy.

As we grow older, we increase in folly--and in wisdom.