When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.
We like to read others but we do not like to be read.
Love's greatest miracle is the curing of coquetry.
Indolence, languid as it is, often masters both passions and virtues.
We confess to little faults only to persuade ourselves we have no great ones.
The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.