Everything Degenerates In The Hands Of Man.

No One Is Happy Unless He Respects Himself.

Yes, If The Life And Death Of Socrates Are Those Of A Wise Man, The Life And Death Of Jesus Are Those Of A God.

Absolute Silence Leads To Sadness. It Is The Image Of Death.

The Writings Of Women Are Always Cold And Pretty Like Themselves. There Is As Much Wit As You May Desire, But Never Any Soul.

Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason.