We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.

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

True friendship is never serene.

The heart has no wrinkles.

It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.

It is sometimes best to slip over thoughts and not go to the bottom of them.

Were it not for the amusement of our books, we should be moped to death for want of occupation. It rains incessantly. ... we tickle ourselves in order to laugh; to so low an ebb are we reduced.