All words are prejudices.
Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.
A nation usually renews its youth on a political sick-bed, and there finds again the spirit which it had gradually lost in seeking and maintaining power.
We no longer love our knowledge enough once we have passed it on.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
When we talk in company we lose our unique tone of voice, and this leads us to make statements which in no way correspond to our real thoughts.