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“I have never done anything in my life except try to make myself ill when I had my health and try to make myself well when I had lost it. I have been equally and thoroughly successful in both, and today in that particular I enjoy perfect health, which I wish I could ruin again; but age prevents me.”

Quote by Giacomo Casanova

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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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