True love, like the eye, can bear no flaw.
The public seldom forgive twice.
Habit is altogether too arbitrary a master for me to submit to.
The man who loves with his whole heart truth will love still more he who suffers for truth.
Desire is the uneasiness a man finds in himself upon the absence of anything whose present enjoyment carries the idea of delight with it.
All belief that does not make us more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, I fear, a mistaken and superstitious belief.