We easily forgive our friends those faults that do no affect us ourselves.

Sincerity is a certain openness of heart. It is to be found in very few, and what we commonly look upon to be so is only a cunningsort of dissimulation, to insinuate ourselves into the confidence of others.

We torment ourselves rather to make it appear that we are happy than to become so.

Smallness of mind is the cause of stubbornness, and we do not credit readily what is beyond our view.

The great interests of man: air and light, the joy of having a body, the voluptuousness of looking.

Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.

There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess.