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

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

There is a form of eminence which does not depend on fate; it is an air which sets us apart and seems to prtend great things; it is the value which we unconsciously attach to ourselves; it is the quality which wins us deference of others; more than birth, position, or ability, it gives us ascendance.

The only thing constant in life is change

They that apply themselves to trifling matters commonly become incapable of great ones.

We forgive just so long as we love.

We pardon to the extent that we love.