We should scarcely desire things ardently if we were perfectly acquainted with what we desire.

In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.

That man, we may be sure, is a person of true worth, whom those who envy him most are yet forced to praise.

We pardon to the extent that we love.

The force we use on ourselves, to prevent ourselves from loving, is often more cruel than the severest treatment at the hands of one loved.

The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.