Every true passion thinks only of itself.
If you think of paying court to the men in power, your eternal ruin is assured.
What is really beautiful must always be true.
I no longer find such pleasure in that preeminently good society, of which I was once so fond. It seems to me that beneath a cloak of clever talk it proscribes all energy, all originality. If you are not a copy, people accuse you of being ill-mannered.
Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.