Simplicity is a delicate imposition.

It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

When we enlarge upon the affection our friends have for us, this is very often not so much out of a sense of gratitude as from a desire to persuade people of our own great worth, that can deserve so much kindness.

The principal point of cleverness is to know how to value things just as they deserve.

No man can love a second time the person whom he has once truly ceased to love.

Sometimes we lose friends for whose loss our regret is greater than our grief, and others for whom our grief is greater than our regret.

A good woman is a hidden treasure; who discovers her will do well not to boast about it.