We Were Resigned To Suffering, Thinking That

The Loss Of A Sense Adds As Much Beauty To The World As Its Acquisition.

Happiness Is Beneficial For The Body, But It Is Grief That Develops The Powers Of The Mind.

It Is Always Thus, Impelled By A State Of Mind Which Is Destined Not To Last, We Make Our Irrevocable Decisions

How Else Learn The Real, If Not By Inventing What Might Lie Outside It?

For What We Suppose To Be Our Love Or Our Jealousy Is Never A Single, Continuous And Indivisible Passion. It Is Composed Of An Infinity Of Successive Loves, Of Different Jealousies, Each Of Which Is Ephemeral, Although By Their Uninterrupted Multiplicity They Give Us The Impression Of Continuity, The Illusion Of Unity.