A person who loves you tenderly may yet make you weep against his will.
Fanaticism, selfishness and obstinacy come to the same end.
If good women could only choose their husbands, we would have many good marriages in consequence of mutual true love.
A coquette says: «You do not love me any more; that does not annoy me in the least, for the stain of a ripe mulberry, with a fresh one is soon effaced.»
If sighs coming from one, and those going from another could meet and speak, how many sympathetic things they would have to tell each other.