Birth is nothing without virtue, and we have no claim to share in the glory of our ancestors unless we endeavor to resemble them.
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.
True, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.
All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.
New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.