Envy is destroyed by true friendship, as coquetry by true love.
We are all strong enough to bear other men's misfortunes.
However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.
Youth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood; age retains its tastes by habit.
Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.
None deserve praise for being good who have not the spirit to be bad: goodness, for the most part, is nothing but indolence or weakness of will.