Eloquence Is A Painting Of The Thoughts.

Nature Is An Infinite Sphere Of Which The Center Is Everywhere And The Circumference Nowhere.

Evil Is Easy, And Has Infinite Forms.

Let No One Say That I Have Said Nothing New... The Arrangement Of The Subject Is New. When We Play Tennis, We Both Play With The Same Ball, But One Of Us Places It Better.

Habit Is A Second Nature, Which Destroys The First.

We Are Only Falsehood, Duplicity, Contradiction; We Both Conceal And Disguise Ourselves From Ourselves.