The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one's self.

There are people who would never have been in love, had they never heard love spoken of.

Idleness is more an infirmity of the mind than of the body.

Everyone blames his memory, no one blames his judgment.

It is impossible to love a second time what we have really ceased to love.

Our enemies come nearer the truth in the opinions they form of us than we do in our opinion of ourselves.

What makes us so often discontented with those who transact business for us is that they almost always abandon the interest of their friends for the interest of the business, because they wish to have the honor of succeeding in that which they have undertaken.