Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

To have fame follow us is well, but it is not a desirable avant-courier.

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.

Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.