We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

When our hatred is too bitter it places us below those whom we hate.

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.

The intention of never deceiving often exposes us to deception.

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

There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.