The reason that lovers never weary each other is because they are always talking about themselves.

We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.

The great interests of man: air and light, the joy of having a body, the voluptuousness of looking.

We are eager to believe that others are flawed because we are eager to believe in what we wish for.

We should not be upset that others hide the truth from us, when we hide it so often from ourselves.

We frequently do good in order to enable us to do evil later with impunity exemption of punishment.

We often pay our debts not because it is only fair that we should, but to make future loans easier.

Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.

There are fine things that are more brilliant when they are unfinished than when finished too much.

Men's happiness and misery depends altogether as much upon their own humor as it does upon fortune.

There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess.

All men are equally proud. The only difference is that not all take the same methods of showing it.

Men may boast of their great actions; but they are more often the effects of chance than of design.

We are better pleased to see those on whom we confer benefits than those from whom we receive them.

Moderation in people who are contented comes from that calm that good fortune lends to their spirit.

We may say of agreeableness, as distinct from beauty, that it is a symmetry whose rules are unknown.

The art of using moderate abilities to advantage often brings greater results than actual brilliance

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Penetration has an air of divination; it pleases our vanity more than any other quality of the mind.

It is no tragedy to do ungrateful people favors, but it is unbearable to be indebted to a scoundrel.

Passion often renders the most clever man a fool, and sometimes renders the most foolish man clever.

When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.

The judgments our enemies make about us come nearer to the truth than those we make about ourselves.

Before strongly desiring anything, we should look carefully into the happiness of its present owner.

When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

It is a common fault never to be satisfied with our fortune, nor dissatisfied with our understanding.

Moderation is like sobriety: you would like to have some more, but are afraid of making yourself ill.

Consolation for unhappiness can often be found in a certain satisfaction we get from looking unhappy.

You can find women who have never had an affair, but it is hard to find a woman who has had just one.

Smallness of mind is the cause of stubbornness, and we do not credit readily what is beyond our view.

We would frequently be ashamed of our good deeds if people saw all of the motives that produced them.

In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge.

Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

Small minds are much distressed by little things. Great minds see them all but are not upset by them.

The reason we bitterly hate those who deceive us is because they think they are cleverer than we are.

Old men are fond of giving good advice to console themselves for their inability to give bad examples.

Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.

A man, in order to establish himself in the world, does everything he can to appear established there.

There is real love just as there are real ghosts; every person speaks of it, few persons have seen it.

A man seldom finds people unthankful, as long as he remains in a condition of benefiting them further.

There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.

However we may conceal our passions under the veil ... there is always some place where they peep out.

Moderation is the feebleness and sloth of the soul, whereas ambition is the warmth and activity of it.

What keeps us from abandoning ourselves entirely to one vice, often, is the fact that we have several.

The dullness of certain people is sometimes a sufficient security against the attack of an artful man.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

Sometimes there is equal or more ability in knowing how to use good advice than there is in giving it.

There are no circumstances, however unfortunate, that clever people do not extract some advantage from.

Whatever pretext we may give for our affections, often it is only interest and vanity which cause them.

Women find it far more difficult to overcome their inclination to coquetry than to overcome their love.

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