When you fool a fool you strike a blow for intelligence.

Love is three quarters curiosity.

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

They are the follies inherent to youth; I make sport of them, and, if you are kind, you will not yourself refuse them a good-natured smile.

Desires are but pain and torment, and enjoyment is sweet because it delivers us from them.

Those who do not love life do not deserve it.

A man who makes known his love by words is a fool.