There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things

The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.

Gloom and sadness are poison to us, and the origin of hysterics. You are right in thinking that this disease is in the imagination; you have defined it perfectly; it is vexation which causes it to spring up, and fear that supports it.

If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.

Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with!

Nothing is so capable of overturning a good intention as to show a distrust of it; to be suspected for an enemy, is often sufficient to make a person become one.

The heart has no wrinkles.