Things are only worth what you make them worth.
A lover tries to stand in well with the pet dog of the house.
What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?
My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.
Solitude terrifies the soul at twenty.
Perfect reason avoids all extremes.