A Man Unconsciously Imagines That Where He

What Is It That You Love In Others?--my Hopes.

Their Usual Mistaken Premise Is That They Affirm Some Consensus Among People, At Least Among Tame Peoples, Concerning Certain Moral Principles, And Then Conclude That These Principles Must Be Unconditionally Binding Also For You And Me-or Conversely, They See That Among Different Peoples Moral Valuations Are Necessarily Different And Infer From This That No Morality Is Binding-both Of Which Are Equally Childish.

In Revenge And In Love, Woman Is More Barbarous Than Man.

There Exists No More Repulsive And Desolate Creature In The World Than The Man Who Has Evaded His Genius And Who Now Looks Furtively To Left And Right, Behind Him And All About Him. ... He Is Wholly Exterior, Without Kernel, A Tattered, Painted Bag Of Clothes.

O Voltaire! O Humanity! O Idiocy! There Is Something Ticklish In "the Truth," And In The Search For The Truth; And If Man Goes About It Too Humanely-"il Ne Cherche Le Vrai Que Pour Faire Le Bien"-i Wager He Finds Nothing!