Mistrust is the sure forerunner of hatred.
Excitement is the drunkenness of the spirits. Only calm waters reflect heaven in their bosom.
distrust ... is the beginning of hatred.
The more hidden the venom, the more dangerous it is.
Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.
The woman who does not choose to love should cut the matter short at once, by holding out no hopes to her suitor.