Those Who Do Not Love Life Do

Praise The Beautiful For Their Intelligence And The Intelligent For Their Beauty.

I Will Begin With This Confession: Whatever I Have Done In The Course Of My Life, Whether It Be Good Or Evil, Has Been Done Freely; I Am A Free Agent.

Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not Suppose That He Is At Liberty To Do Everything He Pleases, For He Becomes A Slave The Moment He Allows His Actions To Be Ruled By Passion.

One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing

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.