Give Me A Man Who Is Man

In Fact, To Gull A Fool Seems To Me An Exploit Worthy Of A Witty Man.

We Ourselve Are The Authors Of Almost All Our Woes And Griefs, Of Which We So Unreasonably Complain.

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.

We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease To Love In The Same Manner.

God Ceases To Be God Only For Those Who Can Admit The Possibility Of His Non-existence, And That Conception Is In Itself The Most Severe Punishment They Can Suffer.