Solemnity is a device of the body to hide the faults of the mind.

The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.

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.

In love we often doubt what we most believe.

We always get bored with those whom we bore.

There are persons whose only merit consists in saying and doing stupid things at the right time, and who ruin all if they change their manners.

The duration of our passions is no more dependent on ourselves than the duration of our lives.