It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.

Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.

I live on good soup, not on fine words.

It is a wonderful seasoning of all enjoyments to think of those we love.

The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.

There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn't lasting