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

In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

A sacrament by virtue of which each imparts nothing but vexations to the other.

Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.

The fashions we call English in Paris are French in London, and vice versa. Franco-British hostility vanishes when it comes to questions of words and clothing. God save the King is a tune composed by Lully for a chorus in a play by Racine.

One of the most detestable habits of Lilliputian minds is to find their own littleness in others.