We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

Unfaithfulness ought to extinguish love, and we should not be jealous when there is reason to be. Only those who give no grounds for jealousy are worthy of it.

Nothing is so contagious as example.

We easily forget our faults when no one knows them but ourselves.

Jealousy is not love, but self-love.

Self-love makes our friends appear more or less deserving in proportion to the delight we take in them, and the measures by whichwe judge of their worth depend upon the manner of their conversing with us.

We should wish for few things with eagerness, if we perfectly knew the nature of that which was the object of our desire.