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.
It is strange that modesty is the rule for women when what they most value in men is boldness.
There is a certain time of life, when we value a good stomach more than the mind.
Inconstancy is the child of satiety.
It requires infinitely a greater genius to make love, than to make war.
Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.