Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.

Reason is not what decides love.

I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.

The secret to fencing consists in two things: to give and to not receive.

Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.

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.

The more powerful the obstacle, the more glory we have in overcoming it; and the difficulties with which we are met are the maids of honor which set off virtue.