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

Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window.

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.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.

When in Turkey, do as the turkeys do.