Women know not the whole of their coquetry.

We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

Honest people will respect us for our merit: the public, for our luck.

Ability wins us the esteem of the true men; luck, that of the people.

However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else.