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.

Beauty without wit offers nothing but the enjoyment of its material charms, whilst witty ugliness captivates by the charms of the mind, and at last fulfils all the desires of the man it has captivated.

The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we failed to restrain it.

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

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

Nobody can deprive me of the fact that I had a good time.

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