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

One can no more look steadily at death than at the sun.

Whatever distrust we may have of the sincerity of those who converse with us, we always believe they will tell us more truth than they do to others.

Our probity is not less at the mercy of fortune than our property.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

Hope and fear are inseparable.

The pleasure of love is in the loving; and there is more joy in the passion one feels than in that which one inspires.