Man is free, but his freedom ceases when he has no faith in it; and the greater power he ascribes to faith, the more he deprives himself of that power which God has given to him when He endowed him with the gift of reason.

I have loved women even to madness, but I have always loved liberty better.

Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

Praise the beautiful for their intelligence and the intelligent for their beauty.

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

When a man is in love very little is enough to throw him into despair and as little to enhance his joy to the utmost.

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