I Don't Conquer, I Submit.

As To The Deceit Perpetrated Upon Women, Let It Pass, For, When Love Is In The Way, Men And Women As A General Rule Dupe Each Other.

Hope Is Nothing But A Deceitful Flatterer Accepted By Reason Only Because It Is Often In Need Of Palliatives.

The Man Who Forgets Does Not Forgive, He Only Loses The Remembrance; Forgiveness Is The Offspring Of A Noble Heart, Of A Generous Mind, Whilst Forgetfulness Is Only The Result Of A Weak Memory, Or Of An Easy Carelessness.

Thence, I Suppose, My Natural Disposition To Make Fresh Acquaintances, And To Break With Them So Readily, Although Always For A Good Reason, And Never Through Mere Fickleness.

We Ourselve Are The Authors Of Almost All Our Woes And Griefs, Of Which We So Unreasonably Complain.