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

A person well satisfied with themselves is seldom satisfied with others, and others, rarely are with them.

For the credit of virtue we must admit that the greatest misfortunes of men are those into which they fall through their crimes.

Timidity is a fault for which it is dangerous to reprove persons whom we wish to correct of it.

We sometimes imagine we hate flattery, but we only hate the way we are flattered.

Indolence, languid as it is, often masters both passions and virtues.

Plenty of people want to be pious, but no one yearns to be humble.