Everyone complains of his memory, but no one complains of his judgment.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire.
Before we set our hearts too much on anything, let us examine how happy are those who already possess it.
We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.
Old men are fond of giving advice to console themselves for being no longer in a position to give bad examples.
Mediocre minds usually dismiss anything which reaches beyond their own understanding.
If we resist our passions, it is more due to their weakness than to our strength.
However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.
Almost all our faults are more pardonable than the methods we resort to hide them.
A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.
We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen.
No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is not.
Lovers never get tired of each other, because they are always talking about themselves.