Man Is Free; But Not

I Often Had No Scruples About Deceiving Nitwits And Scoundrels And Fools When I Found It Necessary. ...we Avenge Intelligence When We Deceive A Fool, And... Deceiving A Fool Is An Exploit Worthy Of An Intelligent Man. What Has Infused My Very Blood With An Unconquerable Hatred Of The Whole Tribe Of Fools From The Day Of My Birth Is That I Become A Fool Myself When I Am In Their Company.

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.

The Pleasure I Gave My Lovers Was A Four Fifth Of The Pleasure I Experienced.

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

I Have Had Friends Who Have Acted Kindly Towards Me, And It Has Been My Good Fortune To Have It In My Power To Give Them Substantial Proofs Of My Gratitude.