Youth Is A Continual Intoxication;

If There Be A Love Pure And Free From The Admixture Of Our Other Passions, It Is That Which Lies Hidden In The Bottom Of Our Heart, And Which We Know Not Ourselves.

Men Are Inconsolable Concerning The Treachery Of Their Friends Or The Deceptions Of Their Enemies; And Yet They Are Often Very Highly Satisfied To Be Both Deceived And Betrayed By Their Own Selves.

It Is Most Difficult To Speak When We Are Ashamed Of Being Silent.

Women Can Less Easily Surmount Their Coquetry Than Their Passions.

Love Is The Smallest Part Of Gallantry.