They [zealots] would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.

New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.

Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

How easy love makes fools of us.

What! Would you make no distinction between hypocrisy and devotion? Would you give them the same names, and respect the mask as you do the face? Would you equate artifice and sincerity? Confound appearance with truth? Regard the phantom as the very person? Value counterfeit as cash?

Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error.

To inspire love is a woman's greatest ambition, believe me. It's the one thing woman care about and there's no woman so proud that she does not rejoice at heart in her conquests.