The reason why so few people are agreeable in conversation is that each is thinking more about what he intends to say than others are saying.
There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess.
In love deceit almost always goes further than mistrust.
Quarrels would not last long if the fault were only on one side.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Vices enter into the composition of virtues as poison into that of medicines. Prudence collects and blends the two and renders them useful against the ills of life.
The charm of novelty and old custom, however opposite to each other, equally blind us to the faults of our friends.
We often credit ourselves with vices the reverse of what we have, thus when weak we boast of our obstinacy.
Passions often produce their contraries: avarice sometimes leads to prodigality, and prodigality to avarice; we are often obstinate through weakness and daring though timidity.
Most young people think they are natural when they are only boorish and rude.
When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, it is useless to seek it elsewhere.
The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.
Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.
Silence is the safest course for any man to adopt who distrust himself.
Our distrust of another justifies his deceit.