Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.

To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

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

There are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.

It's not enough to be a good person. You also have to show it.