One honor won is a surety for more.

There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.

Nothing is so contagious as example; never was there any considerable good or ill done that does not produce its like. We imitate good actions through emulation, and had ones through a malignity in our nature, which shame conceals, and example sets at liberty.

What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.

Gratitude is a lively sense of benefits to come.

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.