Indolence, languid as it is, often masters both passions and virtues.
To listen closely and reply well is the highest perfection we are able to attain in the art of conversation.
One forgives to the degree that one loves.
Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.
There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.
There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.