The Man Who Has Sufficient Power Over

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

By Recollecting The Pleasures I Have Had Formerly, I Renew Them, I Enjoy Them A Second Time, While I Laugh At The Remembrance Of Troubles Now Past, And Which I No Longer Feel.

If I Had Married A Woman Intelligent Enough To Guide Me, To Rule Me Without My Feeling That I Was Ruled, I Should Have Taken Good Care Of My Money, I Should Have Had Children, And I Should Not Be, As Now I Am, Alone In The World And Possessing Nothing.

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.

I Have Always Had Such Sincere Love For Truth, That I Have Often Begun By Telling Stories For The Purpose Of Getting Truth To Enter The Heads Of Those Who Could Not Appreciate Its Charms.