Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

We are never so happy, nor so unhappy, as we suppose ourselves to be.

Simplicity is a delicate imposition.

Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

Too great cleverness is but deceptive delicacy, true delicacy is the most substantial cleverness.

All women seem by nature to be coquettes.

It is not enough to have great qualities; We should also have the management of them.