I Love Prudence Very Little, If It

Superstition Is The Only Religion Of Which Base Souls Are Capable Of.

Attention Is Like A Narrow Mouthed Vessel; Pour Into It What You Have To Say Cautiously, And, As It Were, Drop By Drop.

There Are Those To Whom One Must Advise Madness.

Science Confounds Everything; It Gives To The Flowers An Animal Appetite, And Takes Away From Even The Plants Their Chastity.

You Will Find Poetry Nowhere Unless You Bring Some Of It With You.