Those who do not love life do not deserve it.

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

I have felt in my very blood, ever since I was born, a most unconquerable hatred towards the whole tribe of fools, and it arises from the fact that I feel myself a blockhead whenever I am in their company.

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

Love is only a feeling of curiousity more or less intense, grafted upon the inclination placed in us by nature that the species may be preserved.

They are the follies inherent to youth; I make sport of them, and, if you are kind, you will not yourself refuse them a good-natured smile.

Marriage is the tomb of love.