Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

To lie is always a necessity for women; above all when they choose to deceive, falsehood becomes vital to them.

How delicious are these implements of torture.

True felicity lies only in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.

Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.