Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
People happy in love have an air of intensity.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world
The first qualification for a historian is to have no ability to invent.
She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?