Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.

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

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 most exacting jailer is our own conscience.

The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!