Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.

In Saying No To Progress, It Is Not The Future Which They Condemn, But Themselves. They Give Themselves A Melancholy Disease; They Inoculate Themselves With The Past. There Is But One Way Of Refusing Tomorrow, That Is To Die.

On This Point, The Priest And The Philosopher Agree: We Must Die.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

Women Are More Credulous Than Men.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?