Remorse Turns Us Against Ourselves.

In Order To Forgive Reason For The Evil It Has Wrought On The Majority Of Men, We Must Imagine For Ourselves What Man Would Be Without His Reason. 'tis A Necessary Evil.

At The Sight Of What Goes On In The World, The Most Misanthropic Of Men Must End By Being Amused, And Heraclitus Must Die Laughing.

One Must Not Hope To Be More Than One Can Be.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

If You Must Love Your Neighbor As Yourself, It Is At Least As Fair To Love Yourself As Your Neighbor.