We shall all be perfectly virtuous when there is no longer any flesh on our bones.

A woman of honor should never suspect another of things she would not do herself.

Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.

We are always more disposed to laugh at nonsense than at genuine wit; because the nonsense is more agreeable to us, being more comfortable to our natures.

The woman who does not choose to love should cut the matter short at once, by holding out no hopes to her suitor.

Bashfulness is not becoming to maidenhood, though modesty always is.

Servitude is inherent; we are all slaves to duty or to force.