Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

Colors speak all languages.

Good-nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit, and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty.

True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one's self, and, in the next, from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.

Colors speak all languages.

The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Love is a second life ...

Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed with fresh discoveries, and kept alive by a new perpetual succession of miracles rising up to its view.

There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.