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I Have Never Produced Anything Good Except By A Long Succession Of Slight Efforts.

One Should Want Only One Thing And Want It Constantly. Then One Is Sure Of Getting It. But I Desire Everything, And Consequently Get Nothing.

At Times Is It Seems That I Am Living My Life Backward, And That At The Approach Of Old Age My Real Youth Will Begin. My Soul Was Born Covered With Wrinkles. Wrinkles My Ancestors And Parents Most Assiduously Put There And That I Had The Greatest Trouble Removing.

Envying Another Man's Happiness Is Madness; You Wouldn't Know What To Do With It If You Had It.

When I Cease To Be Indignant I Will Have Begun My Old Age.