Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

The man whom no one pleases is much more unhappy than the man who pleases no one.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.

When the soul is ruffled by the remains of one passion, it is more disposed to entertain a new one than when it is entirely curedand at rest from all.

Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person?