It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

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.

Our enemies' opinion of us comes closer to the truth than our own.

It is easy to be wise on behalf of others than to be so for ourselves.

The constancy of sages is nothing but the art of locking up their agitation in their hearts.

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

Hope is the last thing that dies in man.