When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is tallow a remedy to be applied.
Love is a tyrant sparing none.
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
If you betray me, can I take a better revenge than to love the person you hate?
I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love.
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.