What men have called friendship is only a social arrangement, a mutual adjustment of interests, an interchange of services given and received; it is, in sum, simply a business from which those involved propose to derive a steady profit for their own self-love. |
What renders us so changeable in our friendship is, that it is difficult to know the qualities of the soul, but easy to know those of the mind. |
What seems generosity is often disguised ambition, that despises small to run after greater interest. |
What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition, which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one |
What we call liberality is often but the vanity of giving, which we like more than that we give away. |
What we find the least of in flirtation is love. |
Whatever difference there appears in our fortunes, there is nevertheless a certain compensation of good and evil which renders them equal. |
Whatever discoveries have been made in the region of self-love, there remain many unexplored territories there. |
Whatever disgrace we may have deserved, it is almost always in our power to re-establish our character. |
Whatever good quality may be imputed to us, we ourselves find nothing new in it. |
Whatever great advantages nature may give, it is not she alone, but fortune also that makes the hero. |
Whatever pretext we give to our afflictions it is always interest or vanity that causes them. |
When a man finds no peace within himself, it is useless to seek it elsewhere. |
When fortune surprises us by giving us some great office without having gradually led us to expect it, or without having raised our hopes, it is well nigh impossible to occupy it well, and to appear worthy to fill it. |
When great men permit themselves to be cast down by the continuance of misfortune, they show us that they were only sustained by ambition, and not by their mind; so that PLUS a great vanity, heroes are made like other men. |