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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 Loved, I Was Loved, My Health Was Good, I Had A Great Deal Of Money, And I Spent It, I Was Happy And I Confessed It To Myself.

[matrimony] Is The Grave Of Love.

For My Future I Have No Concern, And As A True Philosopher, I Never Would Have Any, For I Know Not What It May Be: As A Christian, On The Other Hand, Faith Must Believe Without Discussion, And The Stronger It Is, The More It Keeps Silent.

My Errors Will Point To Thinking Men The Various Roads, And Will Teach Them The Great Art Of Treading On The Brink Of The Precipice Without Falling Into It.