If People Were Not Wicked I Should

The Publication Of A Book Only Brings Very Paltry Results To Its Author.

Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

Heavens! Whatever Possesses Us, Here Below, That We Mutually Torment Ourselves, Sourly Reproach Our Mutual Faults, And Mercilessly Condemn All That Is Not Cut According To Our Pattern?

Let Us Accept Truth, Even When It Surprises Us And Alters Our Views.