There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

It is as proper to have pride in oneself as it ridiculous to show it to others.

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.

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.

We sometimes differ more widely from ourselves than we do from others.

It is easier to fall in love when you are out of it than to get out of it when you are in.

One honor won is a surety for more.