With Knowledge Grows Doubt.

I Always Seek The Good That Is In People And Leave The Bad To Him Who Made Mankind And Knows How To Round Off The Corners.

The Greater The Knowledge, The Greater The Doubt.

Superstition Belongs To The Essence Of Mankind And Takes Refuge, When One Thinks One Has Suppressed It Completely, In The Strangest Nooks And Crannies; Once It Is Safely Ensconced There, It Suddenly Reappears.

One's Roused By This, Another Finds That Fit: Each Loves The Play For What He Brings To It.

The One Who Acts Is Always Without Conscience; Nobody Has A Conscience But The Contemplative Person.