The mind is always the patsy of the heart.

A man's worth has its season, like fruit.

Friendship is only a reciprocal conciliation of interests, and an exchange of good offices; it is a species of commerce out of which self-love always expects to gain something.

When we exaggerate our friends' tenderness towards us, it is often less from gratitude than from a desire to exhibit our own virtue.

Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.

Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them; and a man has attained it when he enjoys what he loves and desires himself, and not what other people think lovely and desirable.