[h]appy Or Miserable, Life Is The Only

I Have Had Friends Who Have Acted Kindly Towards Me, And It Has Been My Good Fortune To Have It In My Power To Give Them Substantial Proofs Of My Gratitude.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

Real Love Is The Love That Sometimes Arises After Sensual Pleasure: If It Does, It Is Immortal; The Other Kind Inevitably Goes Stale, For It Lies In Mere Fantasy.

Worthy Or Not, My Life Is My Subject, And My Subject Is My Life.

Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not Suppose That He Is At Liberty To Do Everything He Pleases, For He Becomes A Slave The Moment He Allows His Actions To Be Ruled By Passion.