I like a friend the better for having faults that one can talk about.

I have a much greater ambition to be the best racket player than the best prose writer.

An orator can hardly get beyond commonplaces: if he does he gets beyond his hearers.

Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.

Nothing precludes sympathy so much as a perfect indifference to it

The person whose doors I enter with most pleasure, and quit with most regret, never did me the smallest favor.

The truth is, we pamper little griefs into great ones, and bear great ones as well as we can.