Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

It is easier to understand mankind in general than any individual man.

Ideas often flash across our minds more complete than we could make them after much labor.

Women find it far more difficult to overcome their inclination to coquetry than to overcome their love.

The qualities we have, make us so ridiculous as those which we affect.

Gratitude, in most men, is only a strong and secret hope of greater favors.

Constancy in love is a perpetual inconstancy which fixes our hearts successively to all the qualities of the person loved--sometimes admiring one and sometimes another above all the rest--so that this constancy roves as far as it can, and is no better than inconstancy, confined within the compass of one person.