Love, all agreeable as it is, charms more by the fashion in which it displays itself, than by its own true merit.

There is at least as much eloquence in the voice, eyes, and air of a speaker as in his choice of words.

The force we use on ourselves, to prevent ourselves from loving, is often more cruel than the severest treatment at the hands of one loved.

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

Humility is often a false front we employ to gain power over others.

The passions of youth are not more dangerous to health than is the lukewarmness of old age.

Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear.