The fame of great men ought to be judged always by their big, fancy names.

Nature makes merit, and fortune puts it to work.

Fortune converts everything to the advantage of her favorites.

We are much mistaken if we think that men are always brave from a principle of valor, or women chaste from a principle of modesty.

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

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

Happiness does not consist in things themselves but in the relish we have of them.