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.

Be the flame, not the moth.

For my future I have no concern, and as a true philosopher, I never would have any, for I know not what it may be: as a Christian, on the other hand, faith must believe without discussion, and the stronger it is, the more it keeps silent.

Those who do not love life do not deserve it.

Thence, I suppose, my natural disposition to make fresh acquaintances, and to break with them so readily, although always for a good reason, and never through mere fickleness.

You will be amused when you see that I have more than once deceived without the slightest qualm of conscience, both knaves and fools.

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