The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.
Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.
Religion is the hospital of the souls that the world has wounded.
There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.
How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!
It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.
That experience which does not make us better makes us worse.
Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant.
Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.
We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.
No woman dares express all she thinks.
Age whitens hairs, but not sin.
Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.
Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.
There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one’s dearest friends.
Pleasure and satiety live next door to each other.
Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider’s web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.
The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.
Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.
To protect ourselves against the storms of passion, marriage with a woman is a harbor in the tempest; but with a bad woman it is a tempest in the harbor.