Glances are the first billets-doux of love.
Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.
When our desires are fulfilled, we never fail to realize the wealth of imagination and the paucity of reality.
It takes a hundred times more skill to make love than to command an army.
After the age of eighty, all contemporaries are friends.
Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices.