There is no praise we have not lavished upon Prudence; and yet she cannot assure to us the most trifling event.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Fights would not last, if only one side was wrong

The more one loves the mistress, the nearer one comes to hating her

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

Envy is more irreconcilable than hatred.