The Present Letter Is A Very Long

I Can Well Conceive A Man Without Hands, Feet, Head. But I Cannot Conceive Man Without Thought; He Would Be A Stone Or A Brute.

The Struggle Alone Pleases Us, Not The Victory.

We Never Do Evil So Effectually As When We Are Led To Do It By A False Principle Of Conscience.

All The Excesses, All The Violence, And All The Vanity Of Great Men, Come From The Fact That They Know Not What They Are: It Being Difficult For Those Who Regard Themselves At Heart As Equal With All Men... For This It Is Necessary For One To Forget Himself, And To Believe That He Has Some Real Excellence Above Them, In Which Consists This Illusion That I Am Endeavoring To Discover To You.

Evil Is Easy, And Has Infinite Forms.