Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.
A fop of fashion is the mercer's friend, the tailor's fool, and his own foe.
Words are the wings of actions.
She neglects her heart who too closely studies her glass.
He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.
Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.