Women do not know all their powers of flirtation.

Our aversion to lying is commonly a secret ambition to make what we say considerable, and have every word received with a religious respect.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

We have not strength enough to follow our reason so far as it would carry us.

We often are consoled by our want of reason for misfortunes that reason could not have comforted.

The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.

What men have called friendship is only a social arrangement, a mutual adjustment of interests, an interchange of services given and received; it is, in sum, simply a business from which those involved propose to derive a steady profit for their own self-love.