Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.
Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.
He who plays advisor is no longer ambassador.
Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.
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.