One forgives to the degree that one loves.

People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Usually we praise only to be praised.

The prospect of being pleased tomorrow will never console me for the boredom of today.

There are few people who are more often in the wrong than those who cannot endure to be so.

Coquetry is the essential characteristic, and the prevalent humor of women; but they do not all practice it, because the coquetry of some is restrained by fear or by reason.