It requires only two things to win credit for a miracle: a mountebank and a number of silly women

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

Women are not made for one single man; 'tis for men at large Nature created 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.