Youth is a continual intoxication; it is the fever of reason.

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

There are good marriages, but there are no delightful ones.

Nothing ought more to humiliate men who have merited great praise than the care they still take to boast of little things.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

A respectable man may love madly, but not foolishly.