Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Time lessens all extremes and reduces 'em to mediums and unconcern.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!
As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.
Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.