Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not

I Have Met With Some Of Them - Very Honest Fellows, Who, With All Their Stupidity, Had A Kind Of Intelligence And An Upright Good Sense, Which Cannot Be The Characteristics Of Fools.

The Man Who Has Sufficient Power Over Himself To Wait Until His Nature Has Recovered Its Even Balance Is The Truly Wise Man, But Such Beings Are Seldom Met With.

We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease To Love In The Same Manner.

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.

Should I Perchance Still Feel After My Death, I Would No Longer Have Any Doubt, But I Would Most Certainly Give The Lie To Anyone Asserting Before Me That I Was Dead.