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

What is perfectly true is perfectly witty.

What makes false reckoning, as regards gratitude, is that the pride of the giver and the receiver cannot agree as to the value of the benefit.

Virtue would go far if vanity did not keep it company.

Our repentances are generally not so much a concern and remorse for the harm we have done, as a fear of the harm we may have brought upon ourselves.

The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one's self.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.