Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.

We often boast that we are never bored; but yet we are so conceited that we do not perceive how often we bore others.

The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.

We give advice, but we cannot give the wisdom to profit by it.

How deceitful hope may be, yet she carries us on pleasantly to the end of life.

Gratitude is like the good faith of traders: it maintains commerce, and we often pay, not because it is just to discharge our debts, but that we may more readily find people to trust us.