The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.(1778 - 1830)

Sacrifices are no sacrifices when they are repaid a thousand fold.

Love turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.

People try to reconcile you to a disappointment in love by asking why you should cherish a passion for an object that has proved itself worthless. Had you known this before, you would not have encouraged the passion; but that having been once formed, knowledge does not destroy it. If we have drank poison, finding it out does not prevent its being in our veins: so passion leaves its poison in the mind!

A man in love prefers his passion to every other consideration, and is fonder of his mistress than he is of virtue. Should she prove vicious, she makes vice lovely in his eyes.

Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.

Even in the common affairs of life, in love, friendship, and marriage, how little security have we when we trust our happiness in the hands of others!

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.

Love may turn to indifference with possession.