Constancy in love is a perpetual inconstancy which fixes our hearts successively to all the qualities of the person loved--sometimes admiring one and sometimes another above all the rest--so that this constancy roves as far as it can, and is no better than inconstancy, confined within the compass of one person.

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

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.

It is easier for a man to be thought fit for an employment that he has not, than for one he stands already possessed of, and is exercising.

I always say to myself, what is the most important thing we can think about at this extraordinary moment.

Conceit causes more conversation than wit.