I have all my life been on my guard against the information conveyed b >>
We travelers are in very hard circumstances. If we say nothing but wha >>
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my dear, kiss me >>
Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge. >>
Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain. >>
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again >>
Strictly speaking, there is but one real evil: I mean acute pain. All other complaints are so considerably diminished by time that it is plain the grief is owing to our passion, since the sensation of it vanishes when that is over.