Marriage, as practised by high society, is arranged indecency.
It is inconceivable how much wit it requires to avoid being ridiculous.
A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than it is possible for him to be.
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Pleasure can be supported by an illusion; but happiness rests upon truth.
Remorse turns us against ourselves.