Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Passion makes idiots of the cleverest men and makes the biggest idiots clever.
True love is like ghosts which everyone talks about and few have seen.
Men give away nothing so liberally as their advice.
Though men are apt to flatter and exalt themselves with their great achievements yet these are in truth very often owing not so much to design as chance.
A true friend is the greatest of all blessings and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.
One can find women who have never had one love affair but it is rare indeed to find any who have had only one.
There are few virtuous women who are not bored with their trade.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
There is only one kind of love but there are a thousand imitations.
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries but is dead to all the pleasures.
Old age is a tyrant who forbids under pain of death the pleasures of youth.
One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.
The defects of the mind like those of the face grow worse with age.
One forgives to the degree that one loves.