The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

The same strength of character which helps a man resist love, helps to make it more violent and lasting too. People of unsettled minds are always driven about with passions, but never absolutely filled with any.

No men are oftener wrong than those that can least bear to be so.

In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.

Οur own distrust somewhat justifies the deceit of others.

Fortune never appears so blind as to those to whom she does no good.

It is as easy to deceive one's self without perceiving it, as it is difficult to deceive others without their finding out.