In their early passions women are in love with the lover, later they are in love with love.

There is a kind of love, the excess of which forbids jealousy.

Self-love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.

The greatest miracle of love is the cure of coquetry.

Truth does less good in the world than its appearances do harm.

All women seem by nature to be coquettes.

Men have written in the most convincing manner to prove that death is no evil, and this opinion has been confirmed on a thousand celebrated occasions by the weakest of men as well as by heroes. Even so I doubt whether any sensible person has ever believed it, and the trouble men take to convince others as well as themselves that they do shows clearly that it is no easy undertaking.