A Mind That Questions Everything, Unless Strong

It Is Not Human Nature Which Can Assign The Variable Limits Necessary To Our Needs. They Are Thus Unlimited So Far As They Depend On The Individual Alone. Irrespective Of Any External Regulatory Force, Our Capacity For Feeling Is In Itself An Insatiable And Bottomless Abyss.

The Man Whose Whole Activity Is Diverted To Inner Meditation Becomes Insensible To All His Surroundings. His Passions Are Mere Appearances, Being Sterile. They Are Dissipated In Futile Imaginings, Producing Nothing External To Themselves.

Reality Seems Valueless By Comparison With The Dreams Of Fevered Imaginations; Reality Is Therefore Abandoned.

It Is Science, And Not Religion, Which Has Taught Men That Things Are Complex And Difficult To Understand.

Social Life Comes From A Double Source, The Likeness Of Consciences And The Division Of Social Labour.