I Will Begin With This Confession: Whatever

The History Of My Life Must Begin By The Earliest Circumstance Which My Memory Can Evoke It Will Therefore Commence When I Had Attained The Age Of Eight Years And Four Months.

We Ourselve Are The Authors Of Almost All Our Woes And Griefs, Of Which We So Unreasonably Complain.

When A Man Is In Love Very Little Is Enough To Throw Him Into Despair And As Little To Enhance His Joy To The Utmost.

I Will Begin With This Confession: Whatever I Have Done In The Course Of My Life, Whether It Be Good Or Evil, Has Been Done Freely; I Am A Free Agent.

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