Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.

It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.

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.

The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.

Do not crowd the understanding; it can comprehend so much and no more. A pint pot will not contain the measure of a quart.

Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.

Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.