Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.

A man may and ought to pride himself more on his will than on his talent.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

When a woman starts talking about her duty, her regard for appearances, and her respect for religion, she raises so many bulwarks which she delights to see captured by storm.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Necessity is often the spur to genius.