Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.
We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.
We love justice greatly, and just men but little.
What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.
What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.
Friendship admits of difference of character, as love does that of sex.