Our Greatest Misfortunes Come To Us From

I Say To Myself: "who Are You To Measure Infinite Power?

The Mind Grows Narrow In Proportion As The Soul Grows Corrupt.

The Opportunity Of Making Happy Is More Scarce Than We Imagine; The Punishment Of Missing It Is, Never To Meet With It Again; And The Use We Make Of It Leaves Us An Eternal Sentiment Of Satisfaction Or Repentance.

We Do Not Know What Really Good Or Bad Fortune Is.

Cities Are The Abyss Of The Human Species.