The Absolute Ruler May Be A Nero,

True Felicity Consists Of Its Own Consciousness.

The Woman Who Too Easily And Ardently Yielded Her Devotion Will Find That Its Vitality, Like A Bright Fire, Soon Consumes Itself.

Axioms Are Delightful In Theory, But Impossible In Practice.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are The Actors.