True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.

True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.

Self-love is the greatest of all flatterers.

We would rather speak ill of ourselves than not talk about ourselves at all.

Hope, deceitful as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.