There are two things which Man cannot look at directly without flinching: the sun and death.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.

Vanity, shame, and above all disposition, often make men brave and women chaste.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

As long as we love, we can forgive.

We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge.

Self-love is the love of a man's own self, and of everything else for his own sake. It makes people idolaters to themselves, and tyrants to all the world besides.