No Religion Can Be Built On Force.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself; And There Are Some Revolutions Which Humanity Accomplishes Without Quite Knowing How, Because It Is Everybody Who Takes Them In Hand.

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.

... The Progress Of The Language Has Caused Us To Lose Many Old Treasures. It Is Thus With All Progress, And One Must Make The Best Of It.

Weeds Are Omnipresent; Errors Are To Be Found In The Heart Of The Most Lovable.

We Must Love Stupid People Better Than Ourselves; Are They Not The Really Unfortunate Ones Of This World? Do Not People Without Taste And Without Ideal Grow Constantly Weary, Rejoicing In Nothing, And Being Quite Useless Here Below?