Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

The policy of man consists, at first, in endeavoring to arrive at a state equal to that of animals, whom nature has furnished with food, clothing, and shelter.

No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives.

Earth is an insane asylum, to which the other planets deport their lunatics.

It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity; and it's a pretty odd sort of chastity at that, which leads men straight into the sin of Onan, and girls to the waning of their color.

The secret of being a bore... is to tell everything.

One day everything will be well, that is our hope. Everything's fine today, that is our illusion.