Jealousy is not love, but self-love.

The caprice of our temper is even more whimsical than that of Fortune.

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 only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us.

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

Man only blames himself in order that he may be praised.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.