We are never either so fortunate or so misfortunate as we imagine.

Were we not proud ourselves, we should not complain of the pride of others.

We can never be certain of our courage until we have faced danger.

Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

Ideas often flash across our minds more complete than we could make them after much labor.

We often persuade ourselves to love people who are more powerful than we are, yet interest alone produces our friendship; we do not give our hearts away for the good we wish to do, but for that we expect to receive.