The sweetest pleasures are those which are hardest to be won.

The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we failed to restrain it.

The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led.

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

The history of my life must begin by the earliest circumstance which my memory can evoke it will therefore commence when I had attained the age of eight years and four months.

The story she had told me was possible, but it was not believable.

Love is three quarters curiosity.