Hope, Deceitful As It Is, Carries Us

What We Take For High-mindedness Is Very Often No Other Than Ambition Well Disguised, That Scorns Means Interests, Only To Pursuegreater.

Beautiful Coquettes Are Quacks Of Love.

Sometimes We Lose Friends For Whose Loss Our Regret Is Greater Than Our Grief, And Others For Whom Our Grief Is Greater Than Our Regret.

Happiness Is In The Taste, And Not In The Things Themselves; We Are Happy From Possessing What We Like, Not From Possessing What Others Like.

The Secret Of Pleasing In Conversation Is Not To Explain Too Much Everything; To Say Them Half And Leave A Little For Divination Is A Mark Of The Good Opinion We Have Of Others, And Nothing Flatters Their Self-love More.