Worthy Or Not, My Life Is My

When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is Bad, For It Should Be Sublime.

There Is No Honest Woman With An Uncorrupted Heart Whom A Man Is Not Sure Of Conquering By Dint Of Gratitude. It Is One Of The Surest And Shortest Means.

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

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.

The Mind Of A Human Being Is Formed Only Of Comparisons Made In Order To Examine Analogies, And Therefore Cannot Precede The Existence Of Memory.