“Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.”

We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.

We say little, when vanity does not make us speak.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference.

Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

To know how to hide one’s ability is great skill.

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.

Self-interest makes some people blind, and others sharp-sighted.

Ridicule dishonors a man more than dishonor does.

Our actions seem to have their lucky and unlucky stars, to which a great part of that blame and that commendation is due which is given to the actions themselves.

We promise in proportion to our hopes, and we deliver in proportion to our fears.

Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.

One can find women who have never had one love affair, but it is rare indeed to find any who have had only one.

As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.

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

On neither the sun, nor death, can a man look fixedly.

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

Every time ‘Lady Macbeth’ and everyone involved in the film gets nominated, it’s amazing.

It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only exit is by way of the Chimney. (What did it mean? Soon we were all to learn what it meant.)

Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved for the sake of something greater.

I treat people based on who they really are, not the name. Everyone has to be respectful and be a human being. No one’s above… That’s how I carry it with anybody.

I get along with everyone except for men my age, who are bourgeois or retired or boring.

Sooner or later in life everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who pause to consider the antithesis: that perfect unhappiness is equally unattainable.

Everyone takes a bad selfie – the first thing is to know that.

We’re all Africans, everyone – black, white, yellow.