There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

There is something to be said for jealousy, because it only designs the preservation of some good which we either have or think wehave a right to. But envy is a raging madness that cannot bear the wealth or fortune of others.

A man of understanding finds less difficulty in submitting to a wrong-headed fellow, than in attempting to set him right.

If we never flattered ourselves we should have but scant pleasure.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

It is easier to be wise for others than for ourselves.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.