Perfect good sense shuns all extremity, content to couple wisdom with sobriety.

What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.

New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.

My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.

I have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.

I want to be distinguished from the rest; to tell the truth, a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.

Ah, there are no longer any children!