At least it's better to be married than to be dead.

We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

The art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.

Without dance, a man can do nothing.

We are easily duped by those we love.

Two wives? That exceeds the custom.