The Pleasure Of Love Is In The

We Always Love Those Who Admire Us, But We Do Not Always Love Those Whom We Admire.

We Are Much Mistaken If We Think That Men Are Always Brave From A Principle Of Valor, Or Women Chaste From A Principle Of Modesty.

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.

He That Fancies Such A Sufficiency In Himself That He Can Live Without All The World Is Greatly Mistaken; But He That Imagines Himself So Necessary That Other People Cannot Live Without Him Is A Great Deal More Mistaken.

There Is No Disguise Which Can Hide Love For Long Where It Exists, Or Simulate It Where It Does Not.