An Unusual Beginning Must Have

Out Of Life's Storm I Carried Only A Few Ideas - And Not One Feeling.

What Is This Eternity To Me Without You? What Is The Infinity Of My Domains? Empty Ringing Words, A Spacious Temple - Without A Divinity!

Happy People Are Ignoramuses And Glory Is Nothing Else But Success, And To Achieve It One Only Has To Be Cunning.

The History Of A Man's Soul, Even The Pettiest Soul, Is Hardly Less Interesting And Useful Than The History Of A Whole People; Especially When The Former Is The Result Of The Observations Of A Mature Mind Upon Itself, And Has Been Written Without Any Egotistical Desire Of Arousing Sympathy Or Astonishment. Rousseau's Confessions Has Precisely This Defect – He Read It To His Friends.

I Was Born, So That The Whole World Could Be A Spectatorof My Triumph Or My Doom.