Does Anyone Really Know Where They're Going

The Philosopher Forms His Principles On An Infinity Of Particular Observations. He Does Not Confuse Truth With Plausibility, He Takes For Truth What Is True, For False What Is False, For Doubtful What Is Doubtful, And Probable What Is Probable. The Philosophical Spirit Is Thus A Spirit Of Observation And Accuracy.

This Root [the Potato], No Matter How Much You Prepare It, Is Tasteless And Floury. It Cannot Pass For An Agreeable Food, But It Supplies A Food Sufficiently Abundant And Sufficiently Healthy For Men Who Ask Only To Sustain Themselves. The Potato Is Criticized With Reason For Being Windy, But What Matters Windiness For The Vigorous Organisms Of Peasants And Laborers?

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!

The Enjoyment Of Freedom Which Could Be Exercised Without Any Motivation Would Be The Real Hallmark Of A Maniac.

The Most Dangerous Madmen Are Those Created By Religion, And People Whose Aim Is To Disrupt Society Always Know How To Make Good Use Of Them On Occasion.