vres of an author to the care of
publishing a good book

Men, in general, make God like
themselves

Men of learning more tenaciously retain
their prejudices

Mistake wit for sense

Moment I acquired literary fame, I had
no longer a friend

Money that we possess is the instrument
of liberty

Money we lack and strive to obtain is
the instrument of slavery

More stunned than flattered by the
trumpet of fame

More folly than candor in the
declaration without necessity

Multiplying persons and adventures

My greatest faults have been omissions

Myself the principal object

Necessity, the parent of industry,
suggested an invention

Neither the victim nor witness of any
violent emotions

No sooner had lost sight of men than I
ceased to despise them

No longer permitted to let old people
remain out of Paris

Not so easy to quit her house as to
enter it

Not knowing how to spend their time,
daily breaking in upon me

Nothing absurd appears to them
incredible

Obliged to pay attention to every
foolish thing uttered

Obtain their wishes, without permitting
or promising anything

One of those affronts which women
scarcely ever forgive

Only prayer consisted in the single
interjection "Oh!"

Painful to an honest man to resist
desires already formed

Passed my days in languishing in
silence for those I most admire

Piety was too sincere to give way to
any affectation of it

Placing unbounded confidence in myself
and others

Prescriptions serve to flatter the
hopes of the patient

Priests ought never to have children--
except by married women

Proportioned rather to her ideas than
abilities

Protestants, in general, are better
instructed

Rather bashful than modest

Rather appeared to study with than to
instruct me

Read the hearts of others by
endeavoring to conceal our own

Read description of any malady without
thinking it mine

Read without studying

Remorse wakes amid the storms of
adversity

Remorse sleeps in the calm sunshine of
prosperity

Reproach me with so many contradictions

Return of spring seemed to me like
rising from the grave

Rogues know how to save themselves at
the expense of the feeble

Satisfaction of weeping together

Seeking, by fresh offences, a return of
the same chastisement

Sin consisted only in the scandal

Slighting her favors, if within your
reach, a unpardonable crime

Sometimes encourage hopes they never
mean to