Self-love is the source of all our other loves.
What destroys one man preserves another.
Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!
In relating our misfortunes, we often feel them lightened.
Ambition displeases when it has been sated ... having reached the peak, it aspires to descend.
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.