A woman is easily governed, if a man takes her in hand.

One must laugh before one is happy, or one may die without ever laughing at all.

Profane eloquence is transfered from the bar, where Le Maitre, Pucelle, and Fourcroy formerly practised it, and where it has become obsolete, to the Pulpit, where it is out of place.

If a handsome woman allows that another woman is beautiful, we may safely conclude she excels her.

The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.

Men fall from great fortune because of the same shortcomings that led to their rise.

It seems to me that the spirit of politeness is a certain attention in causing that, by our words and by our manners, others may be content with us and with themselves.