I had rather be your debtor than for you to be mine.

RETURN TO ITALY

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For is love anything else than a kind of curiosity? I think not; and what

makes me certain is that when the curiosity is satisfied the love

disappears.

Love makes no conditions.

I looked at her with the submissive gaze of a captive who glories in his

chain.

He had never married, and when asked the reason would reply that he knew

too well that women would be either tyrants or slaves, and that he did

not want to be a tyrant to any woman, nor to be under any woman's orders.

I paid a second time, laughing at the clever rascal who had taken me in

so thoroughly. Such are the lessons of life; always full of new

experiences, and yet one never knows enough.

Return to Naples

[JC#18][jcrnp10.xxx]2968

"The time will come," said I, "when you will diminish the tale of your

years instead of increasing it."

I then felt prepared for all hazards, and was quite calm, but my

unfortunate companion continued to pour forth his groans, and prayers,

and blasphemies, for all that goes together at Naples as at Rome. I

could do nothing but compassionate him; but in spite of myself I could

not help laughing, which seemed to vex the poor abbe.

After the game we danced in spite of the prohibition of the Pope, whom no

Roman can believe to be infallible, for he forbids dancing and permits

games of chance. His successor Ganganelli followed the opposite course,

and was no better obeyed.

Pride is the daughter of folly, and always keeps its mother's nature.

But I think he's a robber, and a dangerous robber, too. I know it,

because he seems so scrupulously careful not to cheat you in small

things.

BACK AGAIN TO PARIS

[JC#19][jcbpr10.xxx]2969

It is only fools who complain.

....citing the opinion of St. Clement Alexandrinus that the seat of shame

is in the shirt.

Blondel regards his wife as his mistress. He says that that keeps the

flame of love alight, and that as he never had a mistress worthy of being

a wife, he is delighted to have a wife worthy of being a mistress.

MILAN

[JC#20][jcmil10.xxx]2970

If you have not experienced the feelings I describe, dear reader, I pity

you, and am forced to conclude that you must have been either awkward or

miserly, and therefore unworthy of love.

He was an amusing companion for anyone who knew the sublime poet, and

could appreciate his numerous and rare beauties. Nevertheless he made me

privately give in my assent to the proverb, Beware of the man of one

book.

"She makes me happy," he added; "and though she brought me no dower, I

seem to be a richer man, for she has taught me to look on everything we

don't possess as a superfluity."

Timidity is often another word for stupidity.

Though what she said was perfectly reasonable, it stung me to the quick;

when one is in an ill humour, everything is fuel for the fire.

She replied wittily and gracefully to all the questions which were

addressed to her. True, what she said was lost on the majority of her

auditors--for wit cannot stand before stupidity.

SOUTH OF FRANCE

[JC#21][jcsfr10.xxx]2971

When I had thus successfully accomplished my designs by means of the all-

powerful lever, gold, which I knew how to lavish in time of need, I was

once more free for my amours.

"We have enjoyed ourselves," said Marcoline, "and time that is given to

enjoyment is never lost."

Women often do the most idiotic things out of sheer obstinacy; possibly

they deceive even themselves, and act in good faith; but unfortunately,

when the veil falls from before their eyes, they see but the profound

abyss into which their folly had plunged them.

"I hope you will forgive the ignorance of these poor people, who would

like to shape the laws according to their needs."

TO LONDON

[JC#22][jclon10.xxx]2972

Economy in pleasure is not to my taste.

I owe no man an account of my thoughts, deeds, and words, nature had

implanted in me a strong dislike to this brother of mine, and his conduct

as a man and a priest, and, above all, his connivance with Possano, had

made him so hateful to me that I should have watched him being hanged

with the utmost indifference, not to say with the greatest pleasure. Let

everyone have his own principles and his own passions, and my favourite

passion has always been vengeance.

"She knows my horror for the sacrament of matrimony."--"How is that?"--"I

hate it because it is the grave of love."

Our conversation lasted three-quarters of an hour, and was composed of

those frivolous observations and idle questions which are commonly

addressed to a traveller.

She had cause for complaint, for marriage without enjoyment is a thorn

without roses. She was passionate, but her principles were stronger than

her passions, or else she would have sought for what she wanted

elsewhere.

I knew how the most trifling services are assessed at the highest rates;

and herein lies the great secret of success in the world.

THE ENGLISH

[JC#23][jceng10.xxx]2973

That very evening I began my visits, and judged from my welcome that my

triumph was nigh at hand. But love fills our minds with idle visions,

and draws a veil over the truth. The fortnight went by without my even

kissing her hand, and every time I came I brought some expensive gift,

which seemed cheap to me when I obtained such smiles of gratitude

in exchange.

Proud nation, at once so great and so little.

When I got to this abode of misery and despair, a hell, such as Dante

might have conceived, a crowd of wretches, some of whom were to be hanged

in the course of the week, greeted me by deriding my elegant attire.

I did not answer them, and they began to get angry and to abuse me.

The gaoler quieted them by saying that I was a foreigner and did not

understand English, and then took me to a cell, informing me how much

it would cost me, and of the prison rules, as if he felt certain that

I should make a long stay.

LONDON TO BERLIN

[JC#24][jclbr10.xxx]2974

If you want to discover the character of a man, view him in health and

freedom; a captive and in sickness he is no longer the same man.

She smiled and said that one trunk would be ample for all their

possessions, as they had resolved to sell all superfluities. As I had

seen some beautiful dresses, fine linen, and exquisite lace, I could

not refrain from saying that it would be a great pity to sell cheaply

what would have to be replaced dearly.

As old age steals on a man he is never tired of dwelling again and again

on the incidents of his past life, in spite of his desire to arrest the

sands which run out so quickly.

RUSSIA AND POLAND

[JC#25][jcrpl10.xxx]2975

In those days all Russians with any pretensions to literature read

nothing but Voltaire, and when they had read all his writings they

thought themselves as wise as their master. To me they seemed pigmies

mimicking a giant. I told them that they ought to read all the books

from which Voltaire had drawn his immense learning, and then, perhaps,

they might become as wise as he. I remember the saying of a wise man

at Rome: "Beware of the man of one book."

Calumnies are easy to utter but hard to refute.

When the prince saw how happy I was with my Zaira, he could not help

thinking how easily happiness may be won; but the fatal desire for

luxury and empty show spoils all, and renders the very sweets of life

as bitter as gall.

But my surprise may be imagined when I saw that the father and mother of

the child were in an ecstasy of joy; they were certain that the babe had

been carried straight to heaven. Happy ignorance!

Ever since I have known this home of frost and the cold north wind,

I laugh when I hear travelling Russians talking of the fine climate of

their native country. However, it is a pardonable weakness, most of us

prefer "mine" to "thine."

SPAIN

[JC#26][jcspn10.xxx]2976

I thought myself skilled in physiognomy, and concluded that she was not

only perfectly happy, but also the cause of happiness. But here let me

say how vain a thing it is for anyone to pronounce a man or woman to be

happy or unhappy from a merely cursory inspection.

"Where ignorance is bliss!"

I delivered all my introductions, beginning with the letter from Princess

Lubomirska to the Count of Aranda. The count had covered himself with

glory by driving the Jesuits out of Spain. He was more powerful than the

king himself, and never went out without a number of the royal guardsmen

about him, whom he made to sit down at his table. Of course all the

Spaniards hated him, but he did not seem to care much for that. A

profound politician, and absolutely resolute and firm, he privately

indulged in every luxury that he forbade to others, and did not care

whether people talked of it or not.

Fair and beloved France, that went so well in those days, despite

'lettres de cachet', despite 'corvees', despite the people's misery and

the king's "good pleasure," dear France, where art thou now? Thy

sovereign is the people now, the most brutal and tyrannical sovereign in

the world. You have no longer to bear the "good pleasure" of the

sovereign, but you have to endure the whims of the mob and the fancies of

the Republic--the ruin of all good Government. A republic presupposes

self-denial and a virtuous people; it cannot endure long in our selfish

and luxurious days.

EXPELLED FROM SPAIN

[JC#27][jcexp10.xxx]2977

I was foolish enough to write the truth. Never give way to this

temptation, if it assails you.

I was much pleased with the husband's mother, who was advanced in years

but extremely intelligent. She had evidently made a point of forgetting

everything unpleasant in the past history of her son's wife.

Nina was wonderfully beautiful; but as it has always been my opinion that

mere beauty does not go for much, I could not understand how a viceroy

could have fallen in love with her to such an extent.

If these Memoirs, only written to console me in the dreadful weariness

which is slowly killing me in Bohemia--and which, perhaps, would kill me

anywhere, since, though my body is old, my spirit and my desires are as

young as ever--if these Memoirs are ever read, I repeat, they will only

be read when I am gone, and all censure will be lost on me.

Is selfishness, then, the universal motor of our actions?

I am afraid it is.

Time that destroys marble and brass destroys also the very memory of what

has been.

ROME

[JC#28][jcrom10.xxx]2978

Emotion is infectious. Betty wept, Sir B---- M---- wept, and I wept to

keep them company. At last nature called at truce, and by degrees our

sobs and tears ceased and we became calmer.

I have travelled all over Europe, but France is the only country in which

I saw a decent and respectable clergy.

FLORENCE TO TRIESTE

[JC#29][jcflt10.xxx]2979

I cannot help laughing when people ask me for advice, as I feel so

certain that my advice will not be taken. Man is an animal that has to

learn his lesson by hard experience in battling with the storms of life.

Thus the world is always in disorder and always ignorant, for those who

know are always in an infinitesimal proportion to the whole.

He denied, for instance, that almsgiving could annul the penalty attached

to sin, and according to him the only sort of almsgiving which had any

merit was that prescribed in the Gospel: "Let not thy right hand know

what thy left hand doeth." He even maintained that he who gave alms

sinned unless it was done with the greatest secrecy, for alms given in

public are sure to be accompanied by vanity.

She asked where he was, and I said at Venice; but of course she did not

believe me. There are circumstances when a clever man deceives by

telling the truth, and such a lie as this must be approved by the most

rigorous moralists.

I also met at Gorice a Count Coronini, who was known in learned circles

as the author of some Latin treatises on diplomacy. Nobody read his

books, but everybody agreed that he was a very learned man.

Fifty years ago a wise man said to me: "Every family is troubled by some

small tragedy, which should be kept private with the greatest care. In

fine, people should learn to wash their dirty linen in private."

OLD AGE AND DEATH

[JC#30][jcagdxxx.xxx]2980

Age, that cruel and unavoidable disease, compels me to be in good

health, in spite of myself.

Now that I am getting into my dotage, I look on the dark side of

everything. I am invited to a wedding and see naught but gloom.

When I recall these events, I grow young again and feel once more the

delights of youth, despite the long years which separate me from that

happy time.

I have loved women even to madness, but I have always loved liberty

better; and whenever I have been in danger of losing it, fate has come to

my rescue.

The longer I live, the more interest I take in my papers. They are the

treasure which attaches me to life and makes death more hateful still.

THE COMPLETE MEMOIRES OF JACQUES CASANOVA

[JC#31][csnva10.xxx]2981

"We have enjoyed ourselves," said Marcoline, "and time that is given to

enjoyment is never lost."

Is selfishness, then, the universal motor of our actions? I am afraid it

is.

Time that destroys marble and brass destroys also the very memory of what

has been.

I was foolish enough to write the truth. Never give way to this

temptation, if it assails you.

A man never argues well except when his purse is well filled

Accepted the compliment for what it was worth

Accomplice of the slanderer

Advantages of a great sorrow is that nothing else seems painful

Age, that cruel and unavoidable disease

All women, dear Leah are for sale

All-powerful lever, gold

Alms given in public are sure to be accompanied by vanity

Anger and reason do not belong to the same family

Angry man always thinks himself right

At my age I could not be allowed to have any opinions

Augurs could never look at each other without laughing

Awkward or miserly, and therefore unworthy of love

Axiom that "neglected right is lost right"

Beauty is the only unpardonable offence in your eyes

Beauty without wit offers love nothing

Bed is a capital place to get an appetite

Best plan in this world is to be astonished at nothing

Beware of the man of one book

Calumnies are easy to utter but hard to refute

Cherishing my grief

Clever man deceives by telling the truth

Commissaries of Chastity

Confession

Contempt of life

Could tell a good story without laughing

Criticism only grazed the skin and never wounded deeply

Delights are in proportion to the privations we have suffered

Desire is only kept alive by being denied

Desire to make a great fuss like a great man

Despair which is not without some sweetness

Despised ignoramus becomes an enemy

Diminish the tale of your years instead of increasing it

Distance is relative

Divinities--novelty and singularity

Do not mind people believing anything, provided it is not true

Do their duty, and to live in peace and sweet ignorance

Economy in pleasure is not to my taste

Emotion is infectious

Essence of freedom consists in thinking you have it

Everything hung from an if

Exercise their reason to avoid the misfortunes which they fear

Fanaticism, no matter of what nature, is only the plague

Fatal desire for luxury and empty show spoils all

Favourite passion has always been vengeance

First motive is always self-interest

Foolish enough to write the truth

For in the night, you know, all cats are grey

For is love anything else than a kind of curiosity?

Fortune flouts old age

Found him greater at a distance than close at hand

Gave the Cardinal de Rohan the famous necklace

Girl who gave nothing must take nothing

Give yourself up to whatever fate offers to you,

Government ought never to destroy ancient customs abruptly

Groans, and prayers, and blasphemies

Happiness is purely a creature of the imagination

Happiness is not lasting--nor is man

Happy or unhappy from a merely cursory inspection

Happy ignorance!

Happy age when one's inexperience is one's sole misfortune

Hasty verses are apt to sacrifice wit to rhyme

He won't be uneasy--he is a philosopher

Hobbes: of two evils choose the least

Honest old man will not believe in the existence of rascals

Idle questions which are commonly addressed to a traveller

If this and if that, and every other if

If I could live my life over again

If history did not lie

Ignorance is bliss

Ignorant, who talk about everything right or wrong

Imagine that what they feel themselves others must feel

It is only fools who complain

It's too much for honour and too little for love

Jealousy leads to anger, and anger goes a long way

Knowing that he would not be regretted after his death

Last thing which we learn in all languages is wit

Laugh out of season

Let not thy right hand know what thy left hand doeth

Lie a sufficient number of times, one ends by believing it

Light come, light go

Love always makes men selfish

Look on everything we don't possess as a superfluity

Love fills our minds with idle visions

Love makes no conditions

Made a point of forgetting everything unpleasant

Made a parade of his Atheism

Man needs so little to console him or to soothe his grief

Marriage without enjoyment is a thorn without roses

Marriage state, for which I felt I had no vocation

Married a rich wife, he repented of having married at all

Mere beauty does not go for much

Most trifling services are assessed at the highest rates

My spirit and my desires are as young as ever

My time was too short to write so little

Mystical insinuations

Negligent attire

Never to pass an opinion on any subject

Never wearied himself with too much thinking

Nobody read his books, but everybody agreed he was learned

'Non' is equal to giving the lie

Now I am too old to begin curing myself

Obscenity disgusts, and never gives pleasure

Oh! wonderful power of self-delusion

One never knows enough

Owed all its merits to antithesis and paradox

Pardonable weakness, most of us prefer "mine" to "thine"

Passing infidelity, but not inconstancy

Passion and prejudice cannot reason

People did not want to know things as they truly were

People want to know everything, and they invent

Pigmies mimicking a giant

Pity to sell cheaply what would have to be replaced dearly

Pleasures are realities, though all too fleeting

Pope, whom no Roman can believe to be infallible

Post-masters

Prejudices which had the sanction of the law

Pride is the daughter of folly

Privately indulged in every luxury that he forbade to others

Privilege of a nursing mother

Promising everlasting constancy

Proud nation, at once so great and so little

Quacks

Rather be your debtor than for you to be mine

Read when I am gone

Reading innumerable follies one finds written in such places

Repentance for a good deed

Reproached by his wife for the money he had expended

Rid of our vices more easily than of our follies

Rome the holy, which thus strives to make all men pederasts

Rumour is only good to amuse fools

Sad symptom of misery which is called a yawn

Sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection

Scold and then forgive

Scrupulously careful not to cheat you in small things

Seldom praised and never blamed

Selfishness, then, the universal motor of our actions?

Shewed his contempt by saying nothing

Sin concealed is half pardoned

Sleep--the very likeness of non-existence

Snatching from poor mortal man the delusions

Soften the hardships of the slow but certain passage to the grave

Stupid servant is more dangerous than a bad one

'Sublata lucerna nullum discrimen inter feminas'

Submissive gaze of a captive who glories in his chain

Surface is always the first to interest

Talent of never appearing to be a learned man

Taste and feeling

Tell me whether that contempt of life renders you worthy of it

There is no cure for death

There's time enough for that

Time that is given to enjoyment is never lost

Time that destroys marble and brass destroys also the very memory

Time is a great teacher

Timidity is often another word for stupidity

To know ill is worse than not to know at all

Vengeance is a divine pleasure

Verses which, like parasites, steal into a funeral oration

Victims of their good faith

Wash their dirty linen in private

What is love?

When we can feel pity, we love no longer

When one is in an ill humour, everything is fuel for the fire

Whims of the mob and the fancies of the Republic

Wife worthy of being a mistress

Wiser if they were less witty

Wish is father to the thought

Wit cannot stand before stupidity

Woman has in her tears a weapon

Women are always as old as they look

Women would be either tyrants or slaves

Women often do the most idiotic things out of sheer obstinacy

World of memories, without a present and without a future

Would like to shape the laws according to their needs

Wretch treats me so kindly that I love him more and more

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