It is easier to rule others than to keep from being ruled oneself.
The smallest fault of women who give themselves up to love is to love.
Beautiful coquettes are quacks of love.
There is no praise we have not lavished upon prudence; and yet she cannot assure to us the most trifling event.
Were we faultless, we would not derive such satisfaction from remarking the faults of others.
We often shed tears that deceive ourselves after deceiving others.