The happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.
The greatest part of intimate confidences proceed from a desire either to be pitied or admired.
The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.
The force we use on ourselves, to prevent ourselves from loving, is often more cruel than the severest treatment at the hands of one loved.
The first lover is kept a long while, when no offer is made of a second.
The desire to seem clever often keeps us from being so.
The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.
The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.
The man that thinks he loves his mistress for her own sake is mightily mistaken.
The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.
Some accidents there are in life that a little folly is necessary to help us out of.
That good disposition which boasts of being most tender is often stifled by the least urging of self-interest.
Taste may change, but inclination never.
Some people displease with merit, and others' very faults and defects are pleasing.
Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.