We love without heeding reason, and cease to love in the same manner.

We ourselve are the authors of almost all our woes and griefs, of which we so unreasonably complain.

As for myself, I always willingly acknowledge my own self as the principal cause of every good and of every evil which may befall me; therefore, I have always found myself capable of being my own pupil, and ready to love my teacher.

If you want to make people laugh, your face must remain serious.

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.

Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

I am writing My Life to laugh at myself, and I am succeeding.