All women seem by nature to be coquettes.

We exaggerate the glory of some men in order to detract from that of others.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

The daily employment of cunning marks a little mind, it generally happens that those who resort to it in one respect to protect themselves lay themselves open to attack in another.

We give nothing so freely as advice.

It is impossible to love a second time what we have really ceased to love.

We should often feel ashamed of our best actions if the world could see all the motives which produced them.