We are uneasy with an affectionate man, for we are positive he wants something of us, particularly our love.

Most affections are habits or duties we lack the courage to end.

Whatever pretext we may give for our affections, often it is only interest and vanity which cause them.

One must not be mean with affections; what is spent of the funds is renewed in the spending itself. Left untouched for too long, they diminish imperceptibly or the lock gets rusty; they are there all right but one cannot make use of them.

Affection is created by habit, community of interests, convenience and the desire of companionship. It is a comfort rather than an exhilaration.

A mixture of admiration and pity is one of the surest recipes for affection.

Human nature is so constructed that it gives affection most readily to those who seem least to demand it.

Praise is well, compliment is well, but affection-that is the last and final and most precious reward that any man can win, whether by character or achievement.

The affections cannot keep their youth any more than men.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.