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

Fortune turns all things to the advantage of those on whom she smiles.

A man for whom accident discovers sense, is not a rational being. A man only is so who understands, who distinguishes, who tests it.

Happiness is in the taste, and not in the things themselves; we are happy from possessing what we like, not from possessing what others like.

In every walk of life each man puts on a personality and outward appearance so as to look what he wants to be thought; in fact you might say that society is entirely made up of assumed personalities.

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

All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.