They are the follies inherent to youth; I make sport of them, and, if you are kind, you will not yourself refuse them a good-natured smile.

After all, a beautiful woman without a mind of her own leaves her lover with no resource after he had physically enjoyed her charms.

one who makes no mistakes makes nothing

Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy.

Be the flame, not the moth.

The sweetest pleasures are those which are hardest to be won.

By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel.

To Kiss : An attempt to absorb the essence of the other person.

Give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me,I would love him alone and forever

Love is three quarters curiosity.

Nobody can deprive me of the fact that I had a good time.

Prayer… panacea for some, placebo to others. I thought of it as an epidural administered through the soul to anesthetize the mind.

Sometimes its better to take the stairs because till the time the other person opens the door of the elevator, you reach your destination.

I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.

There are deserts in every life, and the desert must be depicted if we are to give a fair and complete idea of the country.

I am accomplishing so much on a personal level now, breaking down boundaries and growing in to the person I want to be. Right now I am the change I want to see it the world - that makes me happy!

We're much alike, bee, you and me," I said. "You may carry your pack underneath you and your rifle may stick out of your bottom. But you and me, bee, are much alike.

I'm okay with roaming around the world in my bunk for days on end. Maybe every third day I'll get a shower or stumble out at dawn and realize I'm in a field in Poland. I like that kind of life.

I always hope that the artwork will complement and enrich a story.

Private property was the original source of freedom. It still is its main bulwark.