In fact, to gull a fool seems to me an exploit worthy of a witty man.

I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms.

Those who do not love life do not deserve it.

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

Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

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

I am writing My Life to laugh at myself, and I am succeeding.