It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.
How many condemnations I have witnessed more criminal than the crime!
We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.
Unless a man feels he has a good enough memory, he should never venture to lie.