It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

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.

We are always on the side of those who speak last.

True friendship is never serene.

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

Friendships take work. Use disagreements as opportunity to come out better on the other side

The human heart will never wrinkle