True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Imaginative, sanguine men will never recognize that in negotiations the most dangerous moment of all is when everything is moving according to their wishes.

Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.

Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyments have been intellectual joys.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.