In love deceit almost always goes further than mistrust. - François de La Rochefoucauld

When we love too much it is difficult to discover when we have ceased to be beloved.

Man is so wretched that, while directing all his conduct towards satisfying his passions, he constantly moans about their tyranny: he cannot bear their violence, nor the violence he must use against himself in order to free himself from their yoke; he finds them disgusting, but so too their remedies, and he cannot come to terms with the pain of his illness, nor with the labour necessary for a cure.

People with a high opinion of their own merit make it a point of honor to be unhappy so as to convince others as well as themselves that they are worthy victims of the buffetings of fate