I Have Lived As A Philosopher And

Praise The Beautiful For Their Intelligence And The Intelligent For Their Beauty.

Thence, I Suppose, My Natural Disposition To Make Fresh Acquaintances, And To Break With Them So Readily, Although Always For A Good Reason, And Never Through Mere Fickleness.

Beauty Without Wit Offers Nothing But The Enjoyment Of Its Material Charms, Whilst Witty Ugliness Captivates By The Charms Of The Mind, And At Last Fulfils All The Desires Of The Man It Has Captivated.

The Story She Had Told Me Was Possible, But It Was Not Believable.

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