There Are Thorns Everywhere, But Along The

Fear Not Lest Precautions And Protective Contrivances Diminish Your Pleasure: Mystery Only Adds Thereto.

I Don't Know What The Heart Is, Not I: I Only Use The Word To Denote The Mind's Frailties.

One Must Feel Sorry For Those Who Have Strange Tastes, But Never Insult Them. Their Wrong Is Nature's Too; They Are No More Responsible For Having Come Into The World With Tendencies Unlike Ours Than Are We For Being Born Bandy-legged Or Well-proportioned.

Happiness Is Ideal, It Is The Work Of The Imagination.

My Passions, Concentrated On A Single Point, Resemble The Rays Of A Sun Assembled By A Magnifying Glass: They Immediately Set Fire To Whatever Object They Find In Their Way.