“In love we often doubt what we most believe.”

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

There are heroes in evil as well as in good.

The surest way to be deceived is to consider oneself cleverer than others.

Innocence does not find near so much protection as guilt.

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

One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

That good disposition which boasts of being most tender is often stifled by the least urging of self-interest.

Old people love to give good advice; it compensates them for their inability to set a bad example.

Gracefulness is to the body what understanding is to the mind.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well.

However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.

The mind cannot long play the heart’s role.

We only confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no big ones.

Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.

More often than not, we cater to the public perception.

The fate that condemns or saves one sooner or later often condemns or saves another.

Often because the attempt to practice it is misunderstood, discouraged, brought under attack, or made a target of willful abuse.

I think people often misunderstand that I work as hard and want things just as badly as anybody else.

I’ve often noticed that we are not able to look at what we have in front of us, unless it’s inside a frame.

Cats and I have an understanding, but we choose not to interact often.

Error often is to be preferred to indecision.

We too often bind ourselves by authorities rather than by the truth.