If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.

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.

I study myself more than any other subject. That is my metaphysics, that is my physics.

No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.