When a woman has the gift of silence she possesses a quality above the vulgar. It is a gift of Heaven seldom bestowed; without a little miracle it cannot be accomplished; and Nature suffers violence when Heaven puts a woman in the humor of observing silence.

When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied.

It is a law, of the gods which is never broken, to sell somewhat dearly the great benefits which they confer on us.

The king, just and prudent, wants only those things which he can get.

The subject of a good tragedy must not be realistic.

These flattering mirrors reflect imperfectly what is within; the countenance is often a gay deceiver. What defects of mind lie hidden under its beauty! What fair exteriors conceal base souls!

Kindness acts Not always as you think; a hated hand Renders it odious.