Were We Faultless, We Would Not Derive

Nothing Is So Contagious As Example.

A Work Can Become Modern Only If It Is First Postmodern. Postmodernism Thus Understood Is Not Modernism At Its End But In The Nascent State, And This State Is Constant.

If We Are To Judge Of Love By Its Consequences, It More Nearly Resembles Hatred Than Friendship.

Sincerity Is A Certain Openness Of Heart. It Is To Be Found In Very Few, And What We Commonly Look Upon To Be So Is Only A Cunningsort Of Dissimulation, To Insinuate Ourselves Into The Confidence Of Others.

Moderation In People Who Are Contented Comes From That Calm That Good Fortune Lends To Their Spirit.