Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
It is not love we should have painted blind, but self-love.
The attachment or indifference which philosophers have shown to life is only the style of their self love, about which we can no more dispute than of that of the palate or of the choice of colours.
Our self love endures more impatiently the condemnation of our tastes than of our opinions.
Self love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.
Whatever discoveries have been made in the region of self-love, there remain many unexplored territories there.
Self-love is the greatest of flatterers.
