Your countenance perfectly informs me that you were in company last night with the person, whom you think the most agreeable in the world, the person who interests you at this present time, more than all the rest of the world put together.

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering?

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

I always deserve the best treatment because I never put up with any other.

I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.