When a woman starts talking about her duty, her regard for appearances, and her respect for religion, she raises so many bulwarks which she delights to see captured by storm.

Men are such dupes by choice, that he who would impose upon others never need be at a loss to find ready victims.

What saves the virtue of many a woman is that protecting god, the impossible.

Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond it? Does not our keenest suffering arise when our free will is crossed?

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

Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

The response man has the greatest difficulty in tolerating is pity, especially when he warrants it. Hatred is a tonic, it makes one live, it inspires vengeance, but pity kills, it makes our weakness weaker.