Here Am I: At One Stroke Incestuous,

The Primary And Most Beautiful Of Nature's Qualities Is Motion

Anything Beyond The Limits And Grasp Of The Human Mind Is Either Illusion Or Futility; And Because Your God Having To Be One Or The Other Of The Two, In The First Instance I Should Be Mad To Believe In Him, And In The Second A Fool.

Dread Not Infanticide; The Crime Is Imaginary: We Are Always Mistress Of What We Carry In Our Womb, And We Do No More Harm In Destroying This Kind Of Matter Than In Evacuating Another, By Medicines, When We Feel The Need.

What I Should Like To Find Is A Crime The Effects Of Which Would Be Perpetual, Even When I Myself Do Not Act, So That There Would Not Be A Single Moment Of My Life Even When I Were Asleep, When I Was Not The Cause Of Some Chaos, A Chaos Of Such Proportions That It Would Provoke A General Corruption Or A Distubance So Formal That Even After My Death Its Effects Would Still Be Felt.

Don't Have Children: They Deform Women's Bodies And Turn Into An Enemy 20 Years Later.