There is a sort of love whose very excessiveness prevents the lover's being jealous.

There are few virtuous women who are not bored with their trade.

There are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer.

The desire to be thought clever often prevents a man from becoming so.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

There are some people upon whom their very faults and failings sit gracefully; and there are others whose very excellencies and accomplishments do not become them.

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