Philosophy finds it an easy matter to vanquish past and future evils, but the present are commonly too hard for it.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
What makes the pain we feel from shame and jealousy so cutting is that vanity can give us no assistance in bearing them.
Some accidents there are in life that a little folly is necessary to help us out of.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.
We always love those who admire us, but we do not always love those whom we admire.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
One can find women who have never had one love affair, but it is rare indeed to find any who have had only one.
When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.
We pardon to the extent that we love.
All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.
In love we often doubt what we most believe.
It is not in the power of even the most crafty dissimulation to conceal love long, where it really is, nor to counterfeit it long where it is not.
Jealously is always born with love but it does not die with it.
We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.
When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.
If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.