We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

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.

I Know That I Have Lived Because I Have Felt, And, Feeling Giving Me The Knowledge Of My Existence.

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.

Heart And Head Are The Constituent Parts Of Character; Temperament Has Almost Nothing To Do With It, And, Therefore, Character Is Dependent Upon Education, And Is Susceptible Of Being Corrected And Improved.