These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

At the point when affection is not frenzy, it is not adore.

If a pretty woman only knew how anger improved her beauty! Her complexion needs no other paint than indignation.

One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.

Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of them deserves respect; for of women do we not all come?

The dower of great beauty has always been misfortune, since happiness and beauty do not agree together.

The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.