Wit is a dangerous talent in friendship.
Indiscretion and wickedness, be it known, are first cousins.
The loss of friends is a tax on age!
Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.
If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.
A sensible woman should be guided by her head when taking a husband, and by her heart when taking a lover.