Vanity Is The Quicksand Of Reason.

The Masses Are Still Ungrateful Or Ignorant. They Prefer Murder, Poisonings, And Crimes Generally To A Literature Possessed Of Style And Feeling.

Admiration And Familiarity Are Strangers.

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.

Life Is A Succession Of Afflictions For The Heart.

No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.