Suffering Gives Us No Special Rights.

Old Women Even Forget How To Love Their Sons. The Heart Gets Worn Out, Monsieur.

To Be Happy, We Must Not Be Too Concerned With Others.

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.

Note, Besides, That It Is No More Immoral To Directly Rob Citizens Than To Slip Indirect Taxes Into The Price Of Goods That They Cannot Do Without.

But What Is Happiness Except The Simple Harmony Between A Man And The Life He Leads?