Plenty of people want to be pious, but no one yearns to be humble.

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles.

We only acknowledge small faults in order to make it appear that we are free from great ones.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

Our hopes, often though they deceive us, lead us pleasantly along the path of life.

It is difficult to like those whom we do not esteem; but it is no less so to like those whom we esteem more than ourselves.

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