Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills

I Have Always Loved Truth So Passionately That I Have Often Resorted To Lying As A Way Of Introducing It Into The Minds Which Were Ignorant Of Its Charms.

When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is Bad, For It Should Be Sublime.

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.

We Avenge Intellect When We Dupe A Fool, And It Is A Victory Not To Be Despised For A Fool Is Covered With Steel And It Is Often Very Hard To Find His Vulnerable Part.

It Is Only Necessary To Have Courage, For Strength Without Self-confidence Is Useless.