It Is A Law, Of The Gods

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

When A Woman Has The Gift Of Silence She Possesses A Quality Above The Vulgar. It Is A Gift Of Heaven Seldom Bestowed; Without A Little Miracle It Cannot Be Accomplished; And Nature Suffers Violence When Heaven Puts A Woman In The Humor Of Observing Silence.

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

As Great As Kings May Be, They Are What We Are: They Can Err Like Other Men.

Happiness Seems Made To Be Shared. [fr., Le Bonheur Semble Fait Pour Etre Partage.]