The Mind Of A Human

Real Love Is The Love That Sometimes Arises After Sensual Pleasure: If It Does, It Is Immortal; The Other Kind Inevitably Goes Stale, For It Lies In Mere Fantasy.

Man Is A Free Agent; But He Is Not Free If He Does Not Believe It.

There Is No Such Thing As Destiny. We Ourselves Shape Our Lives.

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 Story She Had Told Me Was Possible, But It Was Not Believable.