The nearer we come to great men the more clearly we see that they are only men. They rarely seem great to their valets.

The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things.

We wish to constitute all the happiness, or, if that cannot be, the misery of the one we love.

When we are dead we are praised by those who survive us, though we frequently have no other merit than that of being no longer alive.

Logic is the technique by which we add conviction to truth.

Friendship * * * is a long time in forming, it is of slow growth, through many trials and months of familiarity.

It is a proof of boorishness to confer a favor with a bad grace; it is the act of giving that is hard and painful. How little does a smile cost?