Idleness is more an infirmity of the mind than of the body.
Everyone praises his heart, none dare praise their understanding.
A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.
Women know not the whole of their coquetry.
Indolence, languid as it is, often masters both passions and virtues.
Those who are condemned to death affect sometimes a constancy and contempt for death which is only the fear of facing it; so that one may say that this constancy and contempt are to their mind what the bandage is to their eyes.