Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

The city does not take away, neither does the country give, solitude; solitude is within us.

The vital air of friendship is composed of confidence. Friendship perishes in proportion as this air diminishes.

God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.

The philosopher spends in becoming a man the time which the ambitious man spends in becoming a personage.

Our experience is composed rather of illusions lost than of wisdom acquired.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.