Man Is A Free Agent; But He

I Am Writing My Life To Laugh At Myself, And I Am Succeeding.

Love Is Only A Feeling Of Curiousity More Or Less Intense, Grafted Upon The Inclination Placed In Us By Nature That The Species May Be Preserved.

My Success And My Misfortunes, The Bright And The Dark Days I Have Gone Through, Everything Has Proved To Me That In This World, Either Physical Or Moral, Good Comes Out Of Evil Just As Well As Evil Comes Out Of Good.

Happy Are Those Lovers Who, When Their Senses Require Rest, Can Fall Back Upon The Intellectual Enjoyments Afforded By The Mind! Sweet Sleep Then Comes, And Lasts Until The Body Has Recovered Its General Harmony. On Awaking, The Senses Are Again Active And Always Ready To Resume Their Action.

I Have Lived As A Philosopher And Die As A Christian.