I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

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

It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.

We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.

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

We often experience more regret over the part we have left, than pleasure over the part we have preferred.

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.