When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.
Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine though I have not quarrelled with him?
Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness… and so frivolous is he that though full of a thousand reasons for weariness the least thing such as playing billiards or hitting a ball is sufficient enough to amuse him.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Chance gives rise to thoughts and chance removes them no art can keep or acquire them.
Imagination disposes of everything it creates beauty justice and happiness which are everything in this world.
Nothing is so intolerable to man as being fully at rest without a passion without business without entertainment without care.
Time heals griefs and quarrels for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
Two things control men’s nature instinct and experience.
Noble deeds that are concealed are most esteemed.