The Only Good Copies Are

We Torment Ourselves Rather To Make It Appear That We Are Happy Than To Become So.

The Soul's Maladies Have Their Relapses Like The Body's. What We Take For A Cure Is Often Just A Momentary Rally Or A New Form Of The Disease.

Fortunate Persons Hardly Ever Amend Their Ways: They Always Imagine That They Are In The Right When Fortune Upholds Their Bad Conduct.

There Is A Kind Of Love, The Excess Of Which Forbids Jealousy.

We Say Little, When Vanity Does Not Make Us Speak.