Chance corrects us of many faults that reason would not know how to correct.

Virtues lose themselves in self-interest, as rivers in the sea.

All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.

There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

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

Whatever discoveries we may have made in the regions of self-love, there still remain many unknown lands.

A man often thinks he rules himself, when all the while he is ruled and managed; and while his understanding directs one design, his affections imperceptibly draw him into another.