The Poor Are The Blacks Of Europe.

Almost The Whole Of History Is But A Sequence Of Horrors.

Nature In Causing Reason And The Passions To Be Born At One And The Same Time Apparently Wished By The Latter Gift To Distract Man From The Evil She Had Done Him By The Former, And By Only Permitting Him To Live For A Few Years After The Loss Of His Passions Seems To Show Her Pity By Early Deliverance From A Life That Reduces Him To Reason As His Sole Resource.

The Success Of Many Books Is Due To The Affinity Between The Mediocrity Of The Author's Ideas And Those Of The Public.

Many Men And Women Enjoy Popular Esteem, Not Because They Are Known, But Because They Are Not Known.

Nature Never Said To Me: Do Not Be Poor; Still Less Did She Say: Be Rich; Her Cry To Me Was Always: Be Independent.