Les Liaisons Dangereuses

Luxury, nowadays, is ruinous. We criticize, but must conform, and superfluities in the end deprive us of necessities.

Only love can make one happy.

One's ridiculousness increases in proportion as one denies it.

The scoundrel has his good qualities, and the good man his weaknesses.

I was astonished at the pleasure to be derived from doing good.

An opportunity missed once will present itself again, whereas a too hasty action can never be recalled.

Love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature.