There Is Nothing Men Are So Anxious

We Wish To Constitute All The Happiness, Or, If That Cannot Be, The Misery Of The One We Love.

It Would Be A Kind Of Ferocity To Reject Indifferently All Sorts Of Praise. One Should Be Glad To Have That Which Comes From Good Men Who Praise In Sincerity Things That Are Really Praiseworthy.

One Mark Of A Second-rate Mind Is To Be Always Telling Stories.

Women Are Extreme; They Are Better Than Men, Or Worse.

It Is Through Madness That We Hate An Enemy, And Think Of Revenging Ourselves; And It Is Through Indolence That We Are Appeased, And Do Not Revenge Ourselves.