However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising it.

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.

Behind many acts that are thought ridiculous there lie wise and weighty motives.

Our greediness so often troubles us, making us run after so many things at the same time, that while we too eagerly look after the least we miss the greatest.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.

Moral severity in women is only a dress or paint which they use to set off their beauty.