If There Was No Moral Evil Upon

It Is One Of Man's Curious Idiosyncrasies To Create Difficulties For The Pleasure Of Resolving Them.

Man Is So Muddled, So Dependent On The Things Immediately Before His Eyes, That Every Day Even The Most Submissive Believer Can Be Seen To Risk The Torments Of The Afterlife For The Smallest Pleasure.

In The Whole Vast Dome Of Living Nature There Reigns An Open Violence, A Kind Of Prescriptive Fury Which Arms All The Creatures To Their Common Doom: As Soon As You Leave The Inanimate Kingdom You Find The Decree Of Violent Death Inscribed On The Very Frontiers Of Life.

False Opinions Are Like False Money, Struck First Of All By Guilty Men And Thereafter Circulated By Honest People Who Perpetuate The Crime Without Knowing What They Are Doing.

There Is No Man Who Desires As Passionately As A Russian. If We Could Imprison A Russian Desire Beneath A Fortress, That Fortress Would Explode.