Innocence Is Ashamed Of Nothing.

Provided A Man Is Not Mad, He Can Be Cured Of Every Folly But Vanity.

No One Is Happy Unless He Respects Himself.

Smell Is The Sense Of Memory And Desire.

I Believed That I Was Approaching The End Of My Days Without Having Tasted To The Full Any Of The Pleasures For Which My Heart Thirsted...without Having Ever Tasted That Passion Which, Through Lack Of An Object, Was Always Suppressed. ...the Impossibility Of Attaining The Real Persons Precipitated Me Into The Land Of Chimeras; And Seeing Nothing That Existed Worthy Of My Exalted Feelings, I Fostered Them In An Ideal World Which My Creative Imagination Soon Peopled With Beings After My Own Heart.

That Man Is Truly Free Who Desires What He Is Able To Perform, And Does What He Desires.