You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

I am excessively diverted.

Vanity, not love, has been my folly.

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.

Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.