All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.

The most sure method of subjecting yourself to be deceived is to consider yourself more cunning than others.

The intellect of the generality of women serves more to fortify their folly than their reason.

To boast that one never flirts is actually a kind of flirtation.

The desire of talking of ourselves, and showing those faults we do not mind having seen, makes up a good part of our sincerity.

The most clever and polite are content with only seeming attentive while we perceive in their mind and eyes that at the very time they are wandering from what is said and desire to return to what they want to say.

When our vices leave us, we like to imagine it is we who are leaving them.