Love often leads on to ambition, but seldom does one return from ambition to love.

Sometimes there are accidents in our lives the skillful extrication from which demands a little folly.

There are follies as catching as contagious disorders.

One kind of flirtation is to boast we never flirt.

That good disposition which boasts of being most tender is often stifled by the least urging of self-interest.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.

Time's chariot-wheels make their carriage-road in the fairest face.