{"collection":"philosophy-ethics","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_7538/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_7538","id":"gutenberg_7538","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/7538","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Biographies","Category: Essays, Letters & Speeches","Category: Philosophy & Ethics","Quotations"],"text":"CASANOVA\n\nQUOTES AND IMAGES FROM THE MEMOIRS OF CASANOVA\n\n\n\n\nTHE MEMOIRS OF CASANOVA\n\n\nBy Jacques Casanova de Seingalt\n\n\n\n\nA man never argues well except when his\npurse is well filled\n\nAccepted the compliment for what it was\nworth\n\nAccomplice of the slanderer\n\nAdvantages of a great sorrow is that\nnothing else seems painful\n\nAge, that cruel and unavoidable disease\n\nAll women, dear Leah are for sale\n\nAll-powerful lever, gold\n\nAlms given in public are sure to be\naccompanied by vanity\n\nAnger and reason do not belong to the\nsame family\n\nAngry man always thinks himself right\n\nAt my age I could not be allowed to\nhave any opinions\n\nAugurs could never look at each other\nwithout laughing\n\nAwkward or miserly, and therefore\nunworthy of love\n\nAxiom that \"neglected right is lost\nright\"\n\nBeauty is the only unpardonable offence\nin your eyes\n\nBeauty without wit offers love nothing\n\nBed is a capital place to get an\nappetite\n\nBest plan in this world is to be\nastonished at nothing\n\nBeware of the man of one book\n\nCalumnies are easy to utter but hard to\nrefute\n\nCherishing my grief\n\nClever man deceives by telling the\ntruth\n\nCommissaries of Chastity\n\nConfession\n\nContempt of life\n\nCould tell a good story without\nlaughing\n\nCriticism only grazed the skin and\nnever wounded deeply\n\nDelights are in proportion to the\nprivations we have suffered\n\nDesire is only kept alive by being\ndenied\n\nDesire to make a great fuss like a\ngreat man\n\nDespair which is not without some\nsweetness\n\nDespised ignoramus becomes an enemy\n\nDiminish the tale of your years instead\nof increasing it\n\nDistance is relative\n\nDivinities--novelty and singularity\n\nDo not mind people believing anything,\nprovided it is not true\n\nDo their duty, and to live in peace and\nsweet ignorance\n\nEconomy in pleasure is not to my taste\n\nEmotion is infectious\n\nEssence of freedom consists in thinking\nyou have it\n\nEverything hung from an if\n\nExercise their reason to avoid the\nmisfortunes which they fear\n\nFanaticism, no matter of what nature,\nis only the plague\n\nFatal desire for luxury and empty show\nspoils all\n\nFavourite passion has always been\nvengeance\n\nFirst motive is always self-interest\n\nFoolish enough to write the truth\n\nFor in the night, you know, all cats\nare grey\n\nFor is love anything else than a kind\nof curiosity?\n\nFortune flouts old age\n\nFound him greater at a distance than\nclose at hand\n\nGave the Cardinal de Rohan the famous\nnecklace\n\nGirl who gave nothing must take nothing\n\nGive yourself up to whatever fate\noffers to you,\n\nGovernment ought never to destroy\nancient customs abruptly\n\nGroans, and prayers, and blasphemies\n\nHappiness is purely a creature of the\nimagination\n\nHappiness is not lasting--nor is man\n\nHappy or unhappy from a merely cursory\ninspection\n\nHappy ignorance!\n\nHappy age when one's inexperience is\none's sole misfortune\n\nHasty verses are apt to sacrifice wit\nto rhyme\n\nHe won't be uneasy--he is a philosopher\n\nHobbes: of two evils choose the least\n\nHonest old man will not believe in the\nexistence of rascals\n\nIdle questions which are commonly\naddressed to a traveller\n\nIf this and if that, and every other if\n\nIf I could live my life over again\n\nIf history did not lie\n\nIgnorance is bliss\n\nIgnorant, who talk about everything\nright or wrong\n\nImagine that what they feel themselves\nothers must feel\n\nIt is only fools who complain\n\nIt's too much for honour and too little\nfor love\n\nJealousy leads to anger, and anger goes\na long way\n\nKnowing that he would not be regretted\nafter his death\n\nLast thing which we learn in all\nlanguages is wit\n\nLaugh out of season\n\nLet not thy right hand know what thy\nleft hand doeth\n\nLie a sufficient number of times, one\nends by believing it\n\nLight come, light go\n\nLove always makes men selfish\n\nLook on everything we don't possess as\na superfluity\n\nLove fills our minds with idle visions\n\nLove makes no conditions\n\nMade a point of forgetting everything\nunpleasant\n\nMade a parade of his Atheism\n\nMan needs so little to console him or\nto soothe his grief\n\nMarriage without enjoyment is a thorn\nwithout roses\n\nMarriage state, for which I felt I had\nno vocation\n\nMarried a rich wife, he repented of\nhaving married at all\n\nMere beauty does not go for much\n\nMost trifling services are assessed at\nthe highest rates\n\nMy spirit and my desires are as young\nas ever\n\nMy time was too short to write so\nlittle\n\nMystical insinuations\n\nNegligent attire\n\nNever to pass an opinion on any subject\n\nNever wearied himself with too much\nthinking\n\nNobody read his books, but everybody\nagreed he was learned\n\n'Non' is equal to giving the lie\n\nNow I am too old to begin curing myself\n\nObscenity disgusts, and never gives\npleasure\n\nOh! wonderful power of self-delusion\n\nOne never knows enough\n\nOwed all its merits to antithesis and\nparadox\n\nPardonable weakness, most of us prefer\n\"mine\" to \"thine\"\n\nPassing infidelity, but not inconstancy\n\nPassion and prejudice cannot reason\n\nPeople did not want to know things as\nthey truly were\n\nPeople want to know everything, and\nthey invent\n\nPigmies mimicking a giant\n\nPity to sell cheaply what would have to\nbe replaced dearly\n\nPleasures are realities, though all too\nfleeting\n\nPope, whom no Roman can believe to be\ninfallible\n\nPost-masters\n\nPrejudices which had the sanction of\nthe law\n\nPride is the daughter of folly\n\nPrivately indulged in every luxury that\nhe forbade to others\n\nPrivilege of a nursing mother\n\nPromising everlasting constancy\n\nProud nation, at once so great and so\nlittle\n\nQuacks\n\nRather be your debtor than for you to\nbe mine\n\nRead when I am gone\n\nReading innumerable follies one finds\nwritten in such places\n\nRepentance for a good deed\n\nReproached by his wife for the money he\nhad expended\n\nRid of our vices more easily than of\nour follies\n\nRome the holy, which thus strives to\nmake all men pederasts\n\nRumour is only good to amuse fools\n\nSad symptom of misery which is called a\nyawn\n\nSadness is a disease which gives the\ndeath-blow to affection\n\nScold and then forgive\n\nScrupulously careful not to cheat you\nin small things\n\nSeldom praised and never blamed\n\nSelfishness, then, the universal motor\nof our actions?\n\nShewed his contempt by saying nothing\n\nSin concealed is half pardoned\n\nSleep--the very likeness of\nnon-existence\n\nSnatching from poor mortal man the\ndelusions\n\nSoften the hardships of the slow but\ncertain passage to the grave\n\nStupid servant is more dangerous than a\nbad one\n\n'Sublata lucerna nullum discrimen inter\nfeminas'\n\nSubmissive gaze of a captive who\nglories in his chain\n\nSurface is always the first to interest\n\nTalent of never appearing to be a\nlearned man\n\nTaste and feeling\n\nTell me whether that contempt of life\nrenders you worthy of it\n\nThere is no cure for death\n\nThere's time enough for that\n\nTime that is given to enjoyment is\nnever lost\n\nTime that destroys marble and brass\ndestroys also the very memory\n\nTime is a great teacher\n\nTimidity is often another word for\nstupidity\n\nTo know ill is worse than not to know\nat all\n\nVengeance is a divine pleasure\n\nVerses which, like parasites, steal\ninto a funeral oration\n\nVictims of their good faith\n\nWash their dirty linen in private\n\nWhat is love?\n\nWhen we can feel pity, we love no\nlonger\n\nWhen one is in an ill humour,\neverything is fuel for the fire\n\nWhims of the mob and the fancies of the\nRepublic\n\nWife worthy of being a mistress\n\nWiser if they were less witty\n\nWish is father to the thought\n\nWit cannot stand before stupidity\n\nWoman has in her tears a weapon\n\nWomen are always as old as they look\n\nWomen would be either tyrants or slaves\n\nWomen often do the most idiotic things\nout of sheer obstinacy\n\nWorld of memories, without a present\nand without a future\n\nWould like to shape the laws according\nto their needs\n\nWretch treats me so kindly that I love\nhim more and more","title":"Quotes and Images from the Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt","tradition":"philosophy-ethics","translated_text":null,"word_count":1329}