I was aware of the risks I was taking, but I did'nt care.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.

Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them.

The truth is what hurts