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

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.

The history of my life must begin by the earliest circumstance which my memory can evoke it will therefore commence when I had attained the age of eight years and four months.

I have often met with happiness after some imprudent step which ought to have brought ruin upon me, and although passing a vote of censure upon myself I would thank God for his mercy.

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

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

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