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

It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.

We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore.

Avarice is more opposite to economy than liberality.

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

We rarely ever perceive others as being sensible, except for those who agree with us.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.