I Have Lived As A Philosopher And

My Errors Will Point To Thinking Men The Various Roads, And Will Teach Them The Great Art Of Treading On The Brink Of The Precipice Without Falling Into It.

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.

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.

The History Of My Life Must Begin By The Earliest Circumstance Which My Memory Can Evoke It Will Therefore Commence When I Had Attained The Age Of Eight Years And Four Months.

The Philosopher Is A Person Who Refuses No Pleasures Which Do Not Produce Greater Sorrows, And Who Knows How To Create New Ones.