A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.

I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships, the poor man everywhere lies low.

He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.

Skill makes love unending.

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.