Only love can make one happy.
With men, you say yourself, infidelity is not inconstancy.
Love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature.
One's ridiculousness increases in proportion as one denies it.
The scoundrel has his good qualities, and the good man his weaknesses.
One has lived long enough if one has had time to win the love of women and the esteem of men.
An opportunity missed once will present itself again, whereas a too hasty action can never be recalled.
Success, which is not always a proof of merit, depends more often on the choice of a subject than on its execution.
One hand was needed for power, the other for love: where is the orator that could aspire to grace in such a position?
Luxury, nowadays, is ruinous. We criticize, but must conform, and superfluities in the end deprive us of necessities.