Passions are no more forgiving than human laws and they reason more justly. Are they not based on a conscience of their own, infallible as an instinct?
Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!
In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.
I am a galley slave to pen and ink.
A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.