We never love truly but once. It is the first time. Succeeding passions are less involuntary.
Love and friendship exclude each other.
Better to expose ourselves to ingratitude than fail in assisting the unfortunate.
It is more common to see an extreme love than a perfect friendship.
Love dies by satiety, and forgetfulness inters it.
Partiality is generally supplemented by prejudice, and is most objectionable in family government.
True happiness is exotic; its birthplace is in heaven; unhappiness is of native growth.
We may have the confidence of another without possessing his heart. If his heart be ours, there is no need of revelation or of confidence, all is open to us.