Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man
Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.
For avarice begins where poverty ends.
In smart society men are jealous of one another after the fashion of women.
The love of nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes.
Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?