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.

Enjoy the present, bid defiance to the future, laugh at all those reasonable beings who exercise their reason to avoid the misfortunes which they fear, destroying at the same time the pleasure that they might enjoy.

Hope is nothing but a deceitful flatterer accepted by reason only because it is often in need of palliatives.

The pleasure I gave my lovers was a four fifth of the pleasure I experienced.

Give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me,I would love him alone and forever

I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence.

Man is free; but not unless he believes he is[.]