In Order To Know Virtue, We Must

I Am About To Put Foward Some Major Ideas; They Will Be Heard And Pondered. If Not All Of Them Please, Surely A Few Will; In Some Sort, Then, I Shall Have Contributed To The Progress Of Our Age, And Shall Be Content.

What Is More Immoral Than War?

Hope Is The Most Sensitive Part Of A Poor Wretch's Soul; Whoever Raises It Only To Torment Him Is Behaving Like The Executioners In Hell Who, They Say, Incessantly Renew Old Wounds And Concentrate Their Attention On That Area Of It That Is Already Lacerated.

Thread Of Their Days Without Pity, And In The Midst Of Life, Without Ever Concerning Themselves With This Fatal Moment, Living As Though They Were To Exist For Ever, They Disappear Into The Obscure Cloud Of Immortality, Uncertain Of The Fate Which Lies In Store For Them.

How Delicious To Corrupt, To Stifle All Semblances Of Virtue And Religion In That Young Heart!