Love and friendship exclude each other.

Widows, like ripe fruit, drop easily from their perch.

A coquette is one that is never to be persuaded out of the passion she has to please, nor out of a good opinion of her own beauty: time and years she regards as things that only wrinkle and decay other women, forgetting that age is written in the face, and that the same dress which became her when she was young now only makes her look older.

A coxcomb is one whom simpletons believe to be a man of merit.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

If men wish to be held in esteem, they must associate with those only who are estimable.

There is what is called the highway to posts and honor, and there is a cross and by way, which is much the shortest.