There Is No Such Thing As Destiny.

Love Is Only A Feeling Of Curiousity More Or Less Intense, Grafted Upon The Inclination Placed In Us By Nature That The Species May Be Preserved.

Give Me A Man Who Is Man Enough To Give Himself Just To The Woman Who Is Worth Him. If That Woman Were Me,i Would Love Him Alone And Forever

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.

As To The Deceit Perpetrated Upon Women, Let It Pass, For, When Love Is In The Way, Men And Women As A General Rule Dupe Each Other.

They Are The Follies Inherent To Youth; I Make Sport Of Them, And, If You Are Kind, You Will Not Yourself Refuse Them A Good-natured Smile.