Praise The Beautiful For Their Intelligence And

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

The Reader Of These Memoirs Will Discover That I Never Had Any Fixed Aim Before My Eyes, And That My System, If It Can Be Called A System, Has Been To Glide Away Unconcernedly On The Stream Of Life, Trusting To The Wind Wherever It Led.

I Leave To Others The Decision As To The Good Or Evil Tendencies Of My Character, But Such As It Is It Shines Upon My Countenance, And There It Can Easily Be Detected By Any Physiognomist.

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.

When A Man Is In Love Very Little Is Enough To Throw Him Into Despair And As Little To Enhance His Joy To The Utmost.