The Man Who Alters His Way Of

Miserable Creatures, Thrown For A Moment On The Surface Of This Little Pile Of Mud, Is It Decreed That One Half Of The Flock Should Be The Persecutor Of The Other? Is It For You, Mankind, To Pronounce On What Is Good And What Is Evil?

Lust Is To The Other Passions What The Nervous Fluid Is To Life; It Supports Them All, Lends Strength To Them All Ambition, Cruelty, Avarice, Revenge, Are All Founded On Lust.

What I Should Like To Find Is A Crime The Effects Of Which Would Be Perpetual, Even When I Myself Do Not Act, So That There Would Not Be A Single Moment Of My Life Even When I Were Asleep, When I Was Not The Cause Of Some Chaos, A Chaos Of Such Proportions That It Would Provoke A General Corruption Or A Distubance So Formal That Even After My Death Its Effects Would Still Be Felt.

What We Are Doing Here Is Only The Image Of What We Would Like To Do.

The Man Who Alters His Way Of Thinking To Suit Others Is A Fool.