Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.

Show me another pleasure like dinner which comes every day and lasts an hour.

Those who have not lived in the eighteenth century, in the years before the Revolution do not know the sweetness of living and cannot imagine what it was like to have happiness in life.

God gave humans language so they could conceal their thoughts from one another.

What I have been taught, I have forgotten; what I know, I have guessed.

Love is a reality which is born in the fairy region of romance.

There are many people who have the gift, or failing, of never understanding themselves. I have been unlucky enough, or perhaps fortunate enough to have received the opposite gift.