There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blow up the bonfire.
The love of justice in most men is simply the fear of suffering injustice.
The pleasure of love is in the loving; and there is more joy in the passion one feels than in that which one inspires.
Wisdom is to the mind what health is to the body.
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.