It Has Been Said That Love Robs

If There Are One Hundred Thousand Damned Souls For One Saved Soul, The Devil Has Always The Advantage Without Having Given Up His Son To Death.

Those Authors Into Whose Hands Nature Has Placed A Magic Wand, With Which They No Sooner Touch Us Than We Forget The Unhappiness In Life, Than The Darkness Leaves Our Soul, And We Are Reconciled To Existence, Should Be Placed Among The Benefactors Of The Human Race.

We Are Constantly Railing Against The Passions; We Ascribe To Them All Of Man's Afflictions, And We Forget That They Are Also The Source Of All His Pleasures.

There Are Cats And Cats.

One Must Be Oneself Very Little Of A Philosopher Not To Feel That The Finest Privilege Of Our Reason Consists In Not Believing In Anything By The Impulsion Of A Blind And Mechanical Instinct, And That It Is To Dishonour Reason To Put It In Bonds As The Chaldeans Did. Man Is Born To Think For Himself.