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

Marriage is the tomb of love.

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.

My errors will point to thinking men the various roads, and will teach them the great art of treading on the brink of the precipice without falling into it.

After all, a beautiful woman without a mind of her own leaves her lover with no resource after he had physically enjoyed her charms.

We love without heeding reason, and cease to love in the same manner.

Love is a great poet, its resources are inexhaustible, but if the end it has in view is not obtained, it feels weary and remains silent.