I Would Like To Be Like My

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.

I Prefer An Interesting Vice To A Virtue That Bores.

Unbroken Happiness Is A Bore: It Should Have Ups And Downs.