What A Fine Comedy This World Would

If Exclusive Privileges Were Not Granted, And If The Financial System Would Not Tend To Concentrate Wealth, There Would Be Few Great Fortunes And No Quick Wealth. When The Means Of Growing Rich Is Divided Between A Greater Number Of Citizens, Wealth Will Also Be More Evenly Distributed; Extreme Poverty And Extreme Wealth Would Be Also Rare.

One Must Be Oneself Very Little Of A Philosopher Not To Feel That The Finest Privilege Of Our Reason Consists In Not Believing In Anything By The Impulsion Of A Blind And Mechanical Instinct, And That It Is To Dishonour Reason To Put It In Bonds As The Chaldeans Did. Man Is Born To Think For Himself.

You Live As If You Were Destined To Live Forever, No Thought Of Your Frailty Ever Enters Your Head, Of How Much Time Has Already Gone By You Take No Heed. You Squander Time As If You Drew From A Full And Abundant Supply, So All The While That Day Which You Bestow On Some Person Or Thing Is Perhaps Your Last. You Have All The Fears Of Mortals And All The Desires Of Immortals… What Foolish Forgetfulness Of Mortality To Defer Wise Resolutions To The Fiftieth Or Sixtieth Year, And To Intend To Begin Life At A Point To Which Few Have Attained.

To Be Born In Imbecility, In The Midst Of Pain And Crisis; To Be The Plaything Of Ignorance, Error, Need, Sickness, Wickedness, And Passions; To Return Step By Step To Imbecility, From The Time Of Lisping To That Of Doting; To Live Among Knaves And Charlatans Of All Kinds; To Die Between One Man Who Takes Your Pulse And Another Who Troubles Your Head; Never To Know Where You Come From, Why You Come And Where You Are Going! That Is What Is Called The Most Important Gift Of Our Parents And Nature. Life.

Tous Les Jours On Couche Avec Des Femmes Qu'on N'aime Pas, Et L'on Ne Couche Pas Avec Des Femmes Qu'on Aime. Every Day We Sleep With Women We Do Not Love And Don't Sleep With The Women We Do Love.