A fashionable woman is always in love - with herself.

Constancy in love is of two sorts: One is the effect of new excellencies that are always presenting themselves afresh, and attractour affections continually; the other is only from a point of honor, and a taking of pride not to change.

As love increases, prudence diminishes.

The whimsicalness of our own humor is a thousand times more fickle and unaccountable than what we blame so much in fortune.

All our qualities, whether good or bad, are unstable and ambiguous, and almost all are at the mery of chance.

We should not be upset that others hide the truth from us, when we hide it so often from ourselves.

Some people are so extremely whiffling and inconsiderable that they are as far from any real faults as from substantial virtues.