Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

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

When the soul is ruffled by the remains of one passion, it is more disposed to entertain a new one than when it is entirely curedand at rest from all.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men, and makes the biggest idiots clever.

The duration of our passions is no more dependent on ourselves than the duration of our lives.