Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.
Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.
There are no perfect women in the world; only hypocrites exhibit no defects.
The loss of friends is a tax on age!
Inconstancy is the child of satiety.
It requires infinitely a greater genius to make love, than to make war.