We sometimes differ more widely from ourselves than we do from others.

A man often believes himself leader when he is led; as his mind endeavors to reach one goal, his heart insensibly drags him towards another.

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

There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess.

There are some good marriages, but practically no delightful ones.

How deceitful hope may be, yet she carries us on pleasantly to the end of life.

One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.