When We Are Unable To

All Women Seem By Nature To Be Coquettes.

It Is Much Easier To Seem Fitted For Posts We Do Not Fill Than For Those We Do.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.

Of All The Violent Passions, The One That Becomes A Woman Best Is Love.

To Eat Is A Necessity, But To Eat Intelligently Is An Art.