Man Is Free, But His Freedom Ceases

I Have Felt In My Very Blood, Ever Since I Was Born, A Most Unconquerable Hatred Towards The Whole Tribe Of Fools, And It Arises From The Fact That I Feel Myself A Blockhead Whenever I Am In Their Company.

After All, A Beautiful Woman Without A Mind Of Her Own Leaves Her Lover With No Resource After He Had Physically Enjoyed Her Charms.

Cultivating Whatever Gave Pleasure To My Senses Was Always The Chief Business Of My Life; I Have Never Found Any Occupation More Important. Feeling That I Was Born For The Sex Opposite Mine, I Have Always Loved It And Done All That I Could To Make Myself Loved By It. I Have Also Been Extravagantly Fond Of Good Food And Irresistibly Drawn By Anything Which Could Excite Curiosity.

Love Is A Great Poet, Its Resources Are Inexhaustible, But If The End It Has In View Is Not Obtained, It Feels Weary And Remains Silent.

I Leave To Others The Decision As To The Good Or Evil Tendencies Of My Character, But Such As It Is It Shines Upon My Countenance, And There It Can Easily Be Detected By Any Physiognomist.