Scepticism Is The First Step Toward Truth.

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.

To Be Born In Imbecility, In The Midst Of Pain And Crisis; To Be The Plaything Of Ignorance, Error, Need, Sickness, Wickedness, And Passions; To Return Step By Step To Imbecility, From The Time Of Lisping To That Of Doting; To Live Among Knaves And Charlatans Of All Kinds; To Die Between One Man Who Takes Your Pulse And Another Who Troubles Your Head; Never To Know Where You Come From, Why You Come And Where You Are Going! That Is What Is Called The Most Important Gift Of Our Parents And Nature. Life.

Pithy Sentences Are Like Sharp Nails Which Force Truth Upon Our Memory.

My Friend, You Should Blow Out Your Candle In Order To Find Your Way More Clearly.

I Am More Affected By The Attractions Of Virtue Than By The Deformities Of Vice; I Turn Gently Away From The Wicked And I Fly To Meet The Good. If There Is In A Literary Work, In A Character, In A Picture, In A Statue, A Beautiful Spot, That Is Where My Eyes Rest; I See Only That, I Remember Only That, All The Rest Is Well-nigh Forgotten. What Becomes Of Me When The Whole Work Is Beautiful!