Jealousy springs more from love of self than from love of another.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

The fondness or indifference that the philosophers expressed for life was merely a preference inspired by their self-love, and will no more bear reasoning upon than the relish of the palate or the choice of colors.

We are never so ridiculous through what we are as through what we pretend to be.

The intellect of the generality of women serves more to fortify their folly than their reason.

We seldom praise anyone in good earnest, except such as admire us.

Death, like the sun, cannot be looked at steadily.