Truth Comes Out In Wine.

It Is This Earth That, Like A Kind Mother, Receives Us At Our Birth, And Sustains Us When Born; It Is This Alone, Of All The Elements Around Us, That Is Never Found An Enemy Of Man.

Why Do We Believe That In All Matters The Odd Numbers Are More Powerful?

We Ought To Be Guarded Against Every Appearance Of Envy, As A Passion That Always Implies Inferiority Wherever It Resides.

Amid The Sufferings Of Life On Earth, Suicide Is God's Best Gift To Man.

The World, And Whatever That Be Which We Call The Heavens, By The Vault Of Which All Things Are Enclosed, We Must Conceive To Be A Deity, To Be Eternal, Without Bounds, Neither Created Nor Subject At Any Time To Destruction. To Inquire What Is Beyond It Is No Concern Of Man; Nor Can The Human Mind Form Any Conjecture Concerning It.