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

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

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

By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel.

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

Hope is nothing but a deceitful flatterer accepted by reason only because it is often in need of palliatives.

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.