People would never fall in love if they hadn't heard love talked about.

Ideas often flash across our minds more complete than we could make them after much labor.

Men are inconsolable concerning the treachery of their friends or the deceptions of their enemies; and yet they are often very highly satisfied to be both deceived and betrayed by their own selves.

The reason that lovers never weary each other is because they are always talking about themselves.

When we enlarge upon the affection our friends have for us, this is very often not so much out of a sense of gratitude as from a desire to persuade people of our own great worth, that can deserve so much kindness.

Men more easily renounce their interests than their tastes.

If one judges love according to the greatest part of the effects it produces, it would appear to resemble rather hatred than kindness.