Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.

Poles offer a mobility like that of the wind that blows over the immense plains and marches of Poland. Show a Pole a precipice, and he will leap headlong over it.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.