And Still, Laughter Is Akin To Weeping.

He Who Seeks To Imbitter Innocent Pleasure Has A Cancer In His Heart.

He, Who Boldly Interposes Between A Merciless Censor And His Prey, Is A Man Of Vigor: And He Who, Mildly Wise, Without Wounding, Convinces Him Of His Error, Commands Our Veneration.

Existence Is Self-enjoyment, By Means Of Some Object Distinct From Ourselves.

The Obstinacy Of The Indolent And Weak Is Less Conquerable Than That Of The Fiery And Bold.

Weaknesses, So Called, Are Nothing More Nor Less Than Vice In Disguise!