The reason why most women have so little sense of friendship is that this is but a cold and flat passion to those that have felt that of love.

The soul's maladies have their relapses like the body's. What we take for a cure is often just a momentary rally or a new form of the disease.

Only strong natures can really be sweet ones; those that seem sweet are in general only weak, and may easily turn sour.

There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them; and a man has attained it when he enjoys what he loves and desires himself, and not what other people think lovely and desirable.

Customary use of artifice is the sign of a small mind, and it almost always happens that he who uses it to cover one spot uncovers himself in another.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.