When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.

If vanity does not entirely overthrow the virtues, at least it makes them all totter.

If one judges love by the majority of its effects, it is more like hatred than like friendship.

Politeness is a desire to be treated politely, and to be esteemed polite oneself.

What makes vanity so insufferable to us, is that it hurts our own.

We often act treacherously more from weakness than from a fixed motive.

It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.