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

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

Strength and weakness of mind are misnomers; they are really nothing but the good or bad health of our bodily organs.

Instead of considering that the worst way to persuade or please others is to try thus strongly to please ourselves, and that to listen well and to answer well are some of the greatest charms we can have in conversation.

The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.

Whatever good things people say of us, they tell us nothing new.

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