Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Divorce is probably of nearly the same date as marriage. I believe, however, that marriage is some weeks the more ancient.

Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce.