We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease

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.

When A Man Gets It Into His Head To Do Something, And When He Exclusively Occupies Himself In That Design, He Must Succeed, Whatever The Difficulties. That Man Will Become Grand Vizier Or Pope.

One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing

Should I Perchance Still Feel After My Death, I Would No Longer Have Any Doubt, But I Would Most Certainly Give The Lie To Anyone Asserting Before Me That I Was Dead.

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.