The Money That We Possess Is The

Virtue Is A State Of War, And To Live In It We Have Always To Combat With Ourselves.

Ruthless Man: You Begin By Slaying The Animal And Then You Devour It, As If To Slay It Twice. It Is Not Enough. You Turn Against The Dead Flesh, It Revolts You, It Must Be Transformed By Fire, Boiled And Roasted, Seasoned And Disguised With Drugs; You Must Have Butchers, Cooks, Turnspits, Men Who Will Rid The Murder Of Its Horrors, Who Will Dress The Dead Bodies So That The Taste Decieved By These Disguises Will Not Reject What Is Strange To It, And Will Feast On Corpses, The Very Sight Of Which Would Sicken You.

If Socrates Died Like A Philosopher, Jesus Christ Died Like A God.

There Is A Period In Life When We Go Backwards As We Advance.

Good Laws Lead To The Making Of Better Ones; Bad Ones Bring About Worse.