One Who Makes No Mistakes

If You Have Not Done Things Worthy Of Being Written About, At Least Write Things Worthy Of Being Read.

By Recollecting The Pleasures I Have Had Formerly, I Renew Them, I Enjoy Them A Second Time, While I Laugh At The Remembrance Of Troubles Now Past, And Which I No Longer Feel.

I Leave To Others The Decision As To The Good Or Evil Tendencies Of My Character, But Such As It Is It Shines Upon My Countenance, And There It Can Easily Be Detected By Any Physiognomist.

I Loved, I Was Loved, My Health Was Good, I Had A Great Deal Of Money, And I Spent It, I Was Happy And I Confessed It To Myself.

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.