Truth to tell, the longer I live, the more I'm tempted to think that the only moderately worthwhile people in the world are you and I.

Revenge is a dish that is best served cold.

I can see that you're in love, but only in a very narrow sense. It's the love of someone that finds charms and qualities in a woman that she doesn't actually have, who puts her in a class apart with every one else in second place, and who stays attached to her even while he's abusing her.

...it is not for the illusion of a moment to govern the choice of a lifetime.

Marquise de Merteuil: I've distilled every thing to one single principle: win or die.

Don't you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature?

You may conquer her love of God: you will never overcome her fear of the devil.