True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Coquetry is the essential characteristic, and the prevalent humor of women; but they do not all practice it, because the coquetry of some is restrained by fear or by reason.

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

The most clever and polite are content with only seeming attentive while we perceive in their mind and eyes that at the very time they are wandering from what is said and desire to return to what they want to say.

The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.

Generosity is the vanity of giving.

A man for whom accident discovers sense, is not a rational being. A man only is so who understands, who distinguishes, who tests it.