Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.

To protect ourselves against the storms of passion, marriage with a woman is a harbor in the tempest; but with a bad woman it is a tempest in the harbor.

There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

No woman dares express all she thinks.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.

The politics of courtiers resemble their shadows; they cringe and turn with the sun of the day.