Women's virtue is frequently nothing but a regard to their own quiet and a tenderness for their reputation.

The intellect of the generality of women serves more to fortify their folly than their reason.

To know oneself is not necessarily to improve oneself

Youth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood; age retains its tastes by habit.

There are few people more convinced of their own genius than those who complain of how stupid they are.

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

Second-rate minds usually condemn everything beyond their grasp.