Ridicule Dishonours More Than Dishonour.

The Reason We Do Not Let Our Friends See The Very Bottom Of Our Hearts Is Not So Much Distrust Of Them As Distrust Of Ourselves.

There Are Few Good Women Who Do Not Tire Of Their Role.

We May Give Advice, But Not The Sense To Use It.

Idleness And Constancy Fix The Mind To What It Finds Easy And Agreeable. This Habit Always Confines And Cramps Up Our Knowledge; And No One Has Ever Taken The Trouble To Stretch And Carry His Understanding As Far As It Could Go.

If We Are To Judge Of Love By Its Consequences, It More Nearly Resembles Hatred Than Friendship.