Conceit causes more conversation than wit.

Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

Death and the sun are not to be looked at steadily.

As long as we love, we can forgive.

As uncommon a thing as true love is, it is yet easier to find than true friendship.

There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.

It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.