Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.

It's easier to know people in general than one person in particular

Women find it far more difficult to overcome their inclination to coquetry than to overcome their love.

We do not despise all those who have vices, but we do despise those that have no virtue.

We often pride ourselves on even the most criminal passions, but envy is a timid and shamefaced passion we never dare to acknowledge.

Even women are perfect at the outset.