Most men, like plants, possess hidden qualities which chance discovers.

Youth is a perpetual intoxication; it is a fever of the mind.

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.

It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

Some follies are caught, like contagious diseases.

We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and being betrayed by our friends, yet we are often content in be being treated like that by our own selves.

The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.