What can I hope when all is right?
One always speaks badly when one has nothing to say.
Every sensible man, every honorable man, must hold the Christian sect in horror.
If it's too silly to be said, it can always be sung.
He was my equal in beauty, a paragon of grace and charm, sparkling with wit, and burning with love. I adored him to distraction, to the point of idolatry: I loved him as one can never love twice.
It is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part.