Fortune mends more faults in us than ever reason would be able to do.
It is the prerogative of great men only to have great defects.
Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.
Taste may change, but inclination never.
It is more difficult for a man to be faithful to his mistress when he is favored than when he is ill treated by her.
Of all our faults, the one we avow most easily is idleness; we persuade ourselves that it is allied to all the peaceable virtues,and as for the others, that it does not destroy them utterly, but only suspends the exercise of their functions.