Confidence always pleases those who receive it. It is a tribute we pay to their merit, a deposit we commit to their trust, a pledge that gives them a claim upon us, a kind of dependence to which we voluntarily submit.

Moderation in people who are contented comes from that calm that good fortune lends to their spirit.

Good and bad fortune are found severally to visit those who have the most of the one or the other.

Were we faultless, we would not derive such satisfaction from remarking the faults of others.

It's the height of folly to want to be the only wise one.

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

A man's worth has its season, like fruit.