Society Would Be A Charming Affair If

Nearly All Men Are Slaves For The Same Reason That The Spartans Assigned For The Servitude Of The Persians -- Lack Of Power To Pronounce The Syllable, "no." To Be Able To Utter That Word And Live Alone, Are The Only Means To Preserve One's Freedom And One's Character.

Women See Faults Much More Readily In Each Other Than They Can Discover Perfections.

It Is When Their Age Of Passions Is Past That Great Men Produce Their Masterpieces, Just As It Is After Volcanic Eruptions That The Soil Is Most Fertile.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!

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