None deserve praise for being good who have not the spirit to be bad: goodness, for the most part, is nothing but indolence or weakness of will.

The violence we do to ourselves in order to remain faithful to the one we love is hardly better than an act of infidelity.

There are few virtuous women who are not bored with their trade.

The greater part of mankind judge of men only by their fashionableness or their fortune.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

People that are conceited of their own merit take pride in being unfortunate, that themselves and others may think them considerable enough to be the envy and the mark of fortune.

Being a blockhead is sometimes the best security against being cheated by a man of wit.