There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

If we have not peace within ourselves, it is in vain to seek it from outward sources.

Constancy in love is of two sorts: One is the effect of new excellencies that are always presenting themselves afresh, and attractour affections continually; the other is only from a point of honor, and a taking of pride not to change.

There are few things we should keenly desire if we really knew what we wanted.

When we exaggerate our friends' tenderness towards us, it is often less from gratitude than from a desire to exhibit our own virtue.

Tastes in young people are changed by natural impetuosity, and in the aged are preserved by habit.

Self-love is the greatest of all flatterers.