The Most Advanced Nations Are Always Those

I Pray My Companion, If He Wishes For Bread, To Ask Me For Bread, And If He Wishes For Sassafras Or Arsenic, To Ask Me For Them, And Not To Hold Out His Plate, As If I Knew Already.

All Men In The Abstract Are Just And Good.

Life Itself Is ... A Sleep Within A Sleep.

We Are Ashamed Of Our Thoughts And Often See Them Brought Forth By Others.

Pain Is Superficial, And Therefore Fear Is. The Torments Of Martyrdoms Are Probably Most Keenly Felt By The By-standers.