Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.

Sensibility is the power of woman.

Receive no satisfaction for premeditated impertinence - forget it, forgive it - but keep him inexorably at a distance who of∣fered it.

He who, silent, loves to be with us - he who loves us in our silence - has touched one of the keys that ravish hearts.

Dress is an index of your contents.

He who has no taste for order, will be often wrong in his judgment, and seldom considerate or conscientious in his actions.

The policy of adapting one's self to circumstances makes all ways smooth.