Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.
We rarely repent of speaking little, but often of speaking too much.
Let us not complain against men because otheir rudeness, their ingratitude, their injustice, their arrogance, their love oself, their forgetfulness oothers. They are so made. Such is their nature.
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.
Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
Every hour in itself, as it respects us in particular, is the only one we can call our own.