All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.

Death, like the sun, cannot be looked at steadily.

To listen closely and reply well is the highest perfection we are able to attain in the art of conversation.

The vices enter into the composition of the virtues, as poisons into that of medicines. Prudence collects and arranges them, and uses them beneficially against the ills of life.

Vanity, shame, and above all disposition, often make men brave and women chaste.

The only thing that should surprise us is that there are still some things that can surprise us.

Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.