There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.
We never desire earnestly what we desire in reason.
Some disguised deceits counterfeit truth so perfectly that not to be taken in by them would be an error of judgment.
Jealousy springs more from love of self than from love of another.