In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge.

There is such a thing as a general revolution which changes the taste of men as it changes the fortunes of the world.

Numberless arts appear foolish whose secret motives are most wise and weighty.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

We acknowledge our faults in order to repair by our sincerity the damage they have done us in the eyes of others.

Idiots and lunatics see only their own wit.

Sometimes we lose friends for whose loss our regret is greater than our grief, and others for whom our grief is greater than our regret.