That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.
Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.
It is not what we have but what we enjoy that constitutes our abundance.
Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.
In love we are not only liable to betray ourselves, but also the secrets of others.