Ridicule dishonours more than dishonour.

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people.

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

Few things are impossible in themselves: application to make them succeed fails us more often than the means.

We cannot possibly imagine the variety of contradictions in every heart.

If you cannot find peace in yourself, it is useless to look for it elsewhere.

Jealousy is bred in doubts. When those doubts change into certainties, then the passion either ceases or turns absolute madness.