In jealousy there is more self-love than love.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.
The course of true love never did run smooth.