Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.

The reason we do not let our friends see the very bottom of our hearts is not so much distrust of them as distrust of ourselves.

The first lover is kept a long while, when no offer is made of a second.

What we take for high-mindedness is very often no other than ambition well disguised, that scorns means interests, only to pursuegreater.

Avarice misapprehends itself almost always. There is no passion which more often will miss its aim, nor upon which the present has so much influence to the prejudice of the future.

All the passions are nothing else than different degrees of heat and cold of the blood.

Beautiful coquettes are quacks of love.