Worthy or not, my life is my subject, and my subject is my life.

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.

A man who makes known his love by words is a fool.

one who makes no mistakes makes nothing

Cultivating whatever gave pleasure to my senses was always the chief business of my life; I have never found any occupation more important. Feeling that I was born for the sex opposite mine, I have always loved it and done all that I could to make myself loved by it. I have also been extravagantly fond of good food and irresistibly drawn by anything which could excite curiosity.

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

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