If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge.
If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing those in others.
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.
If we resist our passions, it is more due to their weakness than our strength.
In all professions each affects a look and an exterior to appear what he wishes the world to believe that he is. Thus we may say that the whole world is made up of appearances.
Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.
Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
If we did not flatter ourselves, the flattery of others could never harm us.
It is from a weakness and smallness of mind that men are opinionated; and we are very loath to believe what we are not able to comprehend.
In most of mankind gratitude is merely a secret hope of further favors.
In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.
In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.
Innocence does not find near so much protection as guilt.