No one rejoices more in revenge than woman.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.

But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the guilt of the act.

There will he nothing more that posterity can add to our immoral habits; our descendants must have the same desires and act the same follies as their sires. Every vice has reached its zenith.

Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous to the author of the crime. This is the first punishment of guilt that no one who is guilty is acquitted at the judgment seat of his own conscience.