Man Is A Rope, Tied Between Beast

Where There Is Happiness, There Is Found Pleasure In Nonsense. The Transformation Of Experience Into Its Opposite, Of The Suitable Into The Unsuitable, The Obligatory Into The Optional (but In Such A Manner That This Process Produces No Injury And Is Only Imagined In Jest), Is A Pleasure.

It Is Not Conflict Of Opinions That Has Made History So Violent But Conflict Of Belief In Opinions, That Is To Say Conflict Of Convictions.

The Sensible Author Writes For No Other Posterity Than His Own--that Is, For His Age--so As To Be Able Even Then To Take Pleasurein Himself.

The Lack Of Closeness Among Friends Is A Fault That Cannot Be Reprimanded Without Becoming Incurable.

The Love Of Indulgence Is Rooted In The Depths Of A Man's Heart. His Soul Would Prefer To Share The Excessive And Unrestrained; But His Soul Cannot Love.