The Ultimate Triumph Of Philosophy Would Be

The Mirror Sees The Man As Beautiful, The Mirror Loves The Man; Another Mirror Sees The Man As Frightful And Hates Him; And It Is Always The Same Being Who Produces The Impressions.

We Are No Guiltier In Following The Primative Impulses That Govern Us Than Is The Nile For Her Floods Or The Sea For Her Waves.

Crime Is To The Passions What Nervous Fluid Is To Life: It Sustains Them, It Supplies Their Strength.

One Weeps Not Save When One Is Afraid, And That Is Why Kings Are Tyrants.

Sensual Excess Drives Out Pity In Man.