At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.
Wit is the god of moments, but Genius is the god of ages.
A pious man is one who would be an atheist if the king were.
Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
We seldom repent talking little, but very often talking too much.