Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.

Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.

Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.

Love and work have the virtues of making a man pretty indifferent to anything else.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.