Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

Love is one and the same in the original; but there are a thousand different copies of it.

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

Constancy in love is of two sorts: One is the effect of new excellencies that are always presenting themselves afresh, and attractour affections continually; the other is only from a point of honor, and a taking of pride not to change.

Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.

Even the most disinterested love is, after all, but a kind of bargain, in which self-love always proposes to be the gainer one wayor another.

There are people who would never have been in love, had they never heard love spoken of.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us, than them that love us more than we would have them do.