I Don't Conquer, I Submit.

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.

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.

Enjoy The Present, Bid Defiance To The Future, Laugh At All Those Reasonable Beings Who Exercise Their Reason To Avoid The Misfortunes Which They Fear, Destroying At The Same Time The Pleasure That They Might Enjoy.

You Will Be Amused When You See That I Have More Than Once Deceived Without The Slightest Qualm Of Conscience, Both Knaves And Fools.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.