Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.
Solitude vivifies, isolation kills.
That which deceives us and does us harm, also undeceives us and does us good.
As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.
Certain names always awake certain prejudices.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.