When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.

Jealousy is the greatest of all evils, and the one that arouses the least pity in the person who causes it.

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.

There are two things which Man cannot look at directly without flinching: the sun and death.

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.

If it requires great tact to speak to the purpose, it requires no less to know when to be silent.

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