We always like those who admire us.

There is a sort of love whose very excessiveness prevents the lover's being jealous.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

The hate of favourites is only a love of favour. The envy of NOT possessing it, consoles and softens its regrets by the contempt it evinces for those who possess it, and we refuse them our homage, not being able to detract from them what attracts that of the rest of the world.

The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. The glory of great men should always be measured by the means they have used to acpuire it.

Good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example.

We torment ourselves rather to make it appear that we are happy than to become so.