Temperance and labor are the two real physicians of man.
Many men, seemingly impelled by fortune, hasten forward to meet misfortune half way.
Or, rather, let us be more simple and less vain.
The empire of woman is an empire of softness, of address, of complacency. Her commands are caresses, her menaces are tears.
Whoever blushes confesses guilt, true innocence never feels shame.
Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.