Politeness makes one appear outwardly as they should be within.

In Friendship we only see those faults which may be prejudicial to our friends. In love we see no faults but those by which we suffer ourselves.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

It requires more than mere genius to be an author.

The Opera is obviously the first draft of a fine spectacle; it suggests the idea of one.

Both as to high and low indifferently, men are prepossessed, charmed, fascinated by success; successful crimes are praised very much like virtue itself, and good fortune is not far from occupying the place of the whole cycle of virtues. It must be an atrocious act, a base and hateful deed, which success would not be able to justify.

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