We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and being betrayed by our friends, yet we are often content in be being treated like that by our own selves.

Those only are despicable who fear to be despised.

When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.

When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate.

We should gain more by letting the world see what we are than by trying to seem what we are not.

Some weak people are so sensible of their weakness as to be able to make a good use of it.

What men call friendship is no more than a partnership, a mutual care of interests, an exchange of favors - in a word, it is a sort of traffic, in which self-love ever proposes to be the gainer.