There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.

However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.

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.

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.