If You Want To Make People Laugh,

Hope Is Nothing But A Deceitful Flatterer Accepted By Reason Only Because It Is Often In Need Of Palliatives.

Love Is Only A Feeling Of Curiousity More Or Less Intense, Grafted Upon The Inclination Placed In Us By Nature That The Species May Be Preserved.

Since, Though I Do Not Repent My Amorous Exploits, I Am Far From Wanting My Example To Contribute To The Corruption Of The Fair Sex, Which Deserves Our Homage For So Many Reasons, I Hope That My Observations Will Foster Prudence In Fathers And Mothers And Thus At Least Deserve Their Esteem.

The Pleasure I Gave My Lovers Was A Four Fifth Of The Pleasure I Experienced.

Be The Flame, Not The Moth.