We seldom praise anyone in good earnest, except such as admire us.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.

The constancy of the wise is only the talent of concealing the agitation of their hearts.

We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

We endeavor to make a virtue of the faults we are unwilling to correct.

In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.