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

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

Our actions are like the terminations of verses, which we rhyme as we please.

There are some who never would have loved if they never had heard it spoken of.

We are inconsolable at being deceived by our enemies and being betrayed by our friends, yet we are often content in be being treated like that by our own selves.

The one thing people are the most liberal with, is their advice.

A man would rather say evil of himself than say nothing.