One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing

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

From That Moment Our Love Became Sad, And Sadness Is A Disease Which Gives The Death-blow To Affection.

In Fact, To Gull A Fool Seems To Me An Exploit Worthy Of A Witty Man.

I Don't Conquer, I Submit.

The History Of My Life Must Begin By The Earliest Circumstance Which My Memory Can Evoke It Will Therefore Commence When I Had Attained The Age Of Eight Years And Four Months.