I have spoken of Madam de Larnage with the transport which the remembrance of her still sometimes gives me; but how old, ugly and cold she appeared, compared with my Zulietta! Do not attempt to form to yourself an idea of the charms and graces of this enchanting girl, you will be far too short of truth.

Young virgins in cloisters are not so fresh: the beauties of the seraglio are less animated: the houris of paradise less engaging.

Never was so sweet an enjoyment offered to the heart and senses of a mortal.

Ah! had I at least been capable of fully tasting of it for a single moment! I had tasted of it, but without a charm.

I enfeebled all its delights: I destroyed them as at will.