Without humility, we keep all our defects; and they are only crusted over by pride, which conceals them from others, and often from ourselves.

Time's chariot-wheels make their carriage-road in the fairest face.

It is the habit of mediocre minds to condemn all that is beyond their grasp.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

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 few good women who do not tire of their role.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.