There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained

For souls nobly born, valor doesn't await the passing of years

To myself alone do I owe my fame.

It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.

I believe everything to be just when a king ordains it.

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.

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