Oh, how sweet it is to pity the fate of an enemy who can no longer threaten us!

I can be forced to live without happiness, but I will never consent to live without honor.

Every brave man is a man of his word; to such base vices he cannot stoop, and shuns more than death the shame of lying.

One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie

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.

Peace is produced by war.

Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.