There are but very few men clever enough to know all the mischief they do.
Many men are contemptuous of riches few can give them away.
Most people know no other way of judging men's worth but by the vogue they are in or the fortunes they have met with.
There is no better proof of a man's being truly good than his desiring to be constantly under the observation of good men.
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.
Men give away nothing so liberally as their advice.
Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men and makes the biggest idiots clever.
We pardon to the extent that we love.
We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us than them that love us more than we would have them do.
We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.
We always love those who admire us but we do not always love those whom we admire.
It is with true love as it is with ghosts everyone talks about it but few have seen it.
Men often pass from love to ambition but they seldom come back again from ambition to love.
It is not in the power of even the most crafty dissimulation to conceal love long where it really is nor to counterfeit it long where it is not.
There is only one kind of love but there are a thousand imitations.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
True love is like ghosts which everyone talks about and few have seen.
What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.
In most of mankind gratitude is merely a secret hope of further favors.
Gratitude is merely the secret hope of further favors.
Hope deceiving as it is serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.
The happiness and misery of men depend no less on temper than fortune.