As love increases, prudence diminishes.

There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

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.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

Heat of blood makes young people change their inclinations often, and habit makes old ones keep to theirs a great while.

To safeguard one's health at the cost of too strict a diet is a tiresome illness, indeed.