There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

We want our friend as a man of talent, less because he has talent than because he is our friend.

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

The man abandoned by his friends, one after another, without just cause, will acquire, the reputation of being hard to please, changeable, ungrateful, unsociable.

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

It is impossible to be just if one is not generous.

Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know.