Everything that is exquisite hides itself.

Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.

A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.

Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.

There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.

Friendship admits of difference of character, as love does that of sex.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.