Love (n.) between the sexes is perhaps the only pleasure with any claim to be both exquisite and intense — in the body, and in the tender friendship it inspires.
Love (n.) can be stopped by a very small variation of its object: the same beauty, transferred to a different sex, excites no amorous passion.
Love (n.) can survive treachery, ingratitude, malice and infidelity, but not the discovery that its object is a fool — that kills it as surely as deformity and old age.
Love (n.) is the general appetite of the sexes fixed on one object — the same divine creature that, to another man, is a mere mortal beheld with utter indifference.
Love (n.) cannot be defined, only felt: it is a simple impression without mixture, known sufficiently from common feeling.
Love (n.) is joined to wishing the beloved well only by the arbitrary constitution of the mind; had nature pleased, love might have desired the beloved's misery.
Love (n.) weakens and enfeebles the mind, while pride and hatred invigorate it.
Love (n.) between the sexes is a compound of three passions — the pleasure of beauty, the bodily appetite for generation, and a generous kindness.
Love (n.) once heartfelt feeds even on the mistress's faults, caprices, jealousies and quarrels.
Love (n.) in someone else is easy to understand and impossible to confuse with the real disorders and agitations of the passion.