There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

We are so accustomed to wearing a disguise before others that eventually we are unable to recognize ourselves.

What seems to be generosity is often no more than disguised ambition, which overlooks a small interest in order to secure a great one.

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.

When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.