Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.
Hypocrisy is the homage which vice pays to virtue.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
If we had no faults of our own, we would not take so much pleasure in noticing those of others.
A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
We always like those who admire us; we do not always like those whom we admire.
We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.
The sure way to be cheated is to think one’s self more cunning than others.