He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is

We Are Far More Liable To Catch The Vices Than The Virtues Of Our Associates.

Gaiety Is A Quality Of Ordinary Men. Genius Always Presupposes Some Disorder In The Machine.

Happiest Are The People Who Give Most Happiness To Others.

All Things Must Be Examined, Debated, Investigated Without Exception And Without Regard For Anyone's Feelings... We Must Run Roughshod Over All These Ancient Puerilities, Overturn The Barriers That Reason Never Erected, Give Back To The Arts And Sciences The Liberty That Is So Precious To Them.

To Attempt The Destruction Of Our Passions Is The Height Of Folly. What A Noble Aim Is That Of The Zealot Who Tortures Himself Like A Madman In Order To Desire Nothing, Love Nothing, Feel Nothing, And Who, If He Succeeded, Would End Up A Complete Monster!