There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.

There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.

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

Without big words, how could many people say small things?

It is only before those who are glad to hear it, and anxious to spread it, that we find it easy to speak ill of others.

Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.