When We Are In Love We Seem

We Are Only Troubled By The Fears Which We, And Not Nature, Give Ourselves, For They Add To The State In Which We Are The Passions Of The State In Which We Are Not.

Man Is But A Reed, The Most Feeble Thing In Nature, But He Is A Thinking Reed.

What A Chimera Then Is Man. What A Novelty! What A Monster... What A Contradiction, What A Prodigy

Those Whom We Call Ancient Were Really New In All Things, And Properly Constituted The Infancy Of Mankind.

To Deny, To Believe, And To Doubt Well, Are To A Man What The Race Is To A Horse.