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“What do you want to say to me?’ ‘Nothing—just to talk about the profession I am entering. I am about to practice virtue in order to find a man who loves it only to destroy it' [replied Mademoiselle Vesian.] ‘That is it exactly; and believe me, everything in this life is much the same. We refer everything to ourselves, and each of us is a tyrant. That is why the best of mortals is he who is tolerant.”

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Book:History of My Life, Volumes III & IV
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History of My Life, Volumes III & IV

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Giacomo Casanova
Giacomo Casanova

Giacomo Casanova was an Italian adventurer, writer, and philosopher, born on April 2, 1725, in Venice. He is renowned for his memoirs, 'Histoire de ma vie', which provide a vivid and sometimes scandalous account of his numerous sexual escapades and travels across Europe. Casanova was a man of many talents, involved in various endeavors including diplomacy, espionage, and the arts. more

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