Whether Happy Or Unhappy, Life

They Are The Follies Inherent To Youth; I Make Sport Of Them, And, If You Are Kind, You Will Not Yourself Refuse Them A Good-natured Smile.

From That Moment Our Love Became Sad, And Sadness Is A Disease Which Gives The Death-blow To Affection.

The Man Who Has Sufficient Power Over Himself To Wait Until His Nature Has Recovered Its Even Balance Is The Truly Wise Man, But Such Beings Are Seldom Met With.

Happy Are Those Lovers Who, When Their Senses Require Rest, Can Fall Back Upon The Intellectual Enjoyments Afforded By The Mind! Sweet Sleep Then Comes, And Lasts Until The Body Has Recovered Its General Harmony. On Awaking, The Senses Are Again Active And Always Ready To Resume Their Action.

I Have Always Loved Truth So Passionately That I Have Often Resorted To Lying As A Way Of Introducing It Into The Minds Which Were Ignorant Of Its Charms.