The Idea Of God Is The Sole

For Mortal Men There Is But One Hell, And That Is The Folly And Wickedness And Spite Of His Fellows; But Once His Life Is Over, There's An End To It: His Annihilation Is Final And Entire, Of Him Nothing Survives.

It Is Not The Opinions Or The Vices Of Private Individuals That Are Harmful To The State, But Rather The Behavior Of Public Figures.

She Had Already Allowed Her Delectable Lover To Pluck That Flower Which, So Different From The Rose To Which It Is Nevertheless Sometimes Compared, Has Not The Same Faculty Of Being Reborn Each Spring.

Virtue Can Procure Only An Imaginary Happiness; True Felicity Lies Only In The Senses, And Virtue Gratifies None Of Them.

Any Enjoyment Is Weakened When Shared.