It is easier to know man in general than to know one man. - François de La Rochefoucauld

Though the gifts of the mind are infinite, they can, it seems to me, be thus classified. There are some so beautiful that everyone can see and feel their beauty. There are some lovely, it is true, but which are wearisome. There are some which are lovely, which all the world admire, but without knowing why. There are some so refined and delicate that few are capable even of remarking all their beauties. There are others which, though imperfect, yet are produced with such skill, and sustained and managed with such sense and grace, that they even deserve to be admired.

On se console souvent d’être malheureux par un certain plaisir qu’on trouve à le paraître.

There are good marriages, but no delicious ones.