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

The heart has no wrinkles.

Religious people spend so much time with their confessors because they like to talk about themselves.

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.

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.

We like so much to talk of ourselves that we are never weary of those private interviews with a lover during the course of whole years, and for the same reason the devout like to spend much time with their confessor; it is the pleasure of talking of themselves, even though it be to talk ill.