A benevolent man should allow a few faults in himself, to keep his friends in countenance.

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.

We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies—it is the first law of nature.