Conscience whispers, but interest screams aloud.
There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.
There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.
Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.
It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.
Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?
A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.
The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.
The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.
When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.
To protect ourselves against the storms of passion, marriage with a woman is a harbor in the tempest; but with a bad woman it is a tempest in the harbor.
In giving alms, let us rather look at the needs of the poor than his claim to your charity.
The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.
We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.
Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.
The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.
Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.
Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.
It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.
The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.
Rage is a short-lived fury.
There are philanthropists who, incapable of managing their own little affairs, take upon themselves those of the whole world; but as their creditors always outnumber their disciples, they owe humanity more than she will ever owe them.
There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.
No woman dares express all she thinks.
Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.
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