I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms. — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share Image
“lies, truth, loveI have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of it's charms.” — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share Image
If you have not done things worthy of being written about, at least write things worthy of being read. — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
I have often met with happiness after some imprudent step which ought to have brought ruin upon me, and although passing a vote of… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
Thence, I suppose, my natural disposition to make fresh acquaintances, and to break with them so readily, although always for a good reason, and… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
“faith must believe without discussion, and the stronger it is, the more it keeps silent.” — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
“Oh, cruel ennui! It must be by mistake that those who have invented the torments of hell have forgotten to ascribe thee the first… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
Heart and head are the constituent parts of character; temperament has almost nothing to do with it, and, therefore, character is dependent upon education,… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
Man is free; yet we must not suppose that he is at liberty to do everything he pleases, for he becomes a slave the… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
The spirit of rebellion is present in every great city, and the great task of wise government is to keep it dormant, for if… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
We avenge intelligence when we deceive a fool, and the victory is worth the trouble — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
There is no such thing as a perfectly happy or perfectly unhappy man in the world. One has more happiness in his life and… — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom. — Giacomo Casanova Copy Share
