The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.

For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel.

It is always during a passing state of mind that we make lasting resolutions.

Just as those who practice the same profession recognize each other instinctively, so do those who practice the same vice.

Most of our faculties lie dormant because they can rely upon Habit, which knows what there is to be done and has no need of their services.

We love only what we do not wholly possess.

It is not only by dint of lying to others, but also of lying to ourselves, that we cease to notice that we are lying.