Emotion Is Primarily About Nothing And Much

It Is Easier To Make A Saint Out Of A Libertine Than Out Of A Prig.

The Soul, Too Has Her Virginity And Must Bleed A Little Before Bearing Fruit.

Manhood And Sagacity Ripen Of Themselves; It Suffices Not To Repress Or Distort Them.

The Philosophy Of The Common Man Is An Old Wife That Gives Him No Pleasure, Yet He Cannot Live Without Her, And Resents Any Aspersions That Strangers May Cast On Her Character.

The Dreamer Can Know No Truth, Not Even About His Dream, Except By Awaking Out Of It.