There are some who never would have loved if they never had heard it spoken of.

It is with sincere affection or friendship as with ghosts and apparitions,--a thing that everybody talks of, and scarce any hath seen.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it.

It is more often from pride than from ignorance that we are so obstinately opposed to current opinions; we find the first places taken, and we do not want to be the last.

Conceit causes more conversation than wit.

A man does not please long when he has only species of wit.