It Is Always By Way Of Pain

They Declaim Against The Passions Without Bothering To Think That It Is From Their Flame Philosophy Lights Its Torch.

You Are Afraid Of The People Unrestrained-how Ridiculous!

The Mirror Sees The Man As Beautiful, The Mirror Loves The Man; Another Mirror Sees The Man As Frightful And Hates Him; And It Is Always The Same Being Who Produces The Impressions.

Happiness Is An Abstraction, It Is A Product Of The Imagination, It Is A Way Of Being Moved, Which Depends Entirely On Our Way Of Seeing And Feeling.

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.