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

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.

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

In the mean time I worship God, laying every wrong action under an interdict which I endeavour to respect, and I loathe the wicked without doing them any injury.

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

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

Thence, I suppose, my natural disposition to make fresh acquaintances, and to break with them so readily, although always for a good reason, and never through mere fickleness.