We Are All Instruments Endowed With Feeling

Posterity For The Philosopher Is What The Other World Is For The Religious Man.

To Attempt The Destruction Of Our Passions Is The Height Of Folly. What A Noble Aim Is That Of The Zealot Who Tortures Himself Like A Madman In Order To Desire Nothing, Love Nothing, Feel Nothing, And Who, If He Succeeded, Would End Up A Complete Monster!

Shakespeare's Fault Is Not The Greatest Into Which A Poet May Fall. It Merely Indicates A Deficiency Of Taste.

In Order To Shake A Hypothesis, It Is Sometimes Not Necessary To Do Anything More Than Push It As Far As It Will Go.

There Is Less Harm To Be Suffered In Being Mad Among Madmen Than In Being Sane All By Oneself.