Happy are those lovers who, when their senses require rest, can fall back upon the intellectual enjoyments afforded by the mind! Sweet sleep then comes, and lasts until the body has recovered its general harmony. On awaking, the senses are again active and always ready to resume their action.

In fact, to gull a fool seems to me an exploit worthy of a witty man.

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.

The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led.

I have lived as a philosopher and die as a Christian.

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

To Kiss : An attempt to absorb the essence of the other person.