Man Is A Free Agent; But He

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.

One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing

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.

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.