Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

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.

Our temper sets a price upon every gift that we receive from fortune.

He is not to pass for a man of reason who stumbles upon reason by chance but he who knows it and can judge it and has a true taste for it.

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

Our greediness so often troubles us, making us run after so many things at the same time, that while we too eagerly look after the least we miss the greatest.

It is harder to hide the feelings we have than to feign the ones we do not have.