Pity is often a reflection of our own evils in the ills of others. It is a delicate foresight of the troubles into which we may fall.

To establish oneself in the world, one does all one can to seem established there already.

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

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

The happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.

Those who are incapable of committing great crimes do not readily suspect them in others.

Jealousy is not love, but self-love.