It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that parleys is half taken.
Prudence advises us to use our enemies as if one day they might be friends.
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.
The cup of joy is heaviest when empty.
Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.
Bashfulness is not becoming to maidenhood, though modesty always is.