Great souls are not those who have fewer passions and more virtues than others, but only those who have greater designs. |
Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well. |
The man that thinks he loves his mistress for her own sake is mightily mistaken. |
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship. |
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves. |
We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones. |
A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant. |
We are more often treacherous through weakness than through calculation. |
The one thing people are the most liberal with, is their advice. |
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures. |
However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else. |
One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines. |
We often forgive those who bore us, but we cannot forgive those whom we bore. |
Fortune converts everything to the advantage of her favorites. |
Confidence contributes more to conversation than wit. |
Jealously is always born with love but it does not die with it. |
A refusal of praise is a desire to be praised twice. |
What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition, which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one. |
Heat of blood makes young people change their inclinations often, and habit makes old ones keep to theirs a great while. |
We should often feel ashamed of our best actions if the world could see all the motives which produced them. |