Good Manners Require Space And Time.

Religions Are Not Proved, Are Not Demonstrated, Are Not Established, Are Not Overthrown By Logic! They Are Of All The Mysteries Of Nature And The Human Mind, The Most Mysterious And Most Inexplicable; They Are Of Instinct And Not Of Reason.

I Love The People Because I Believe In God. For, If I Did Not Believe In God, What Would The People Be To Me? I Should Enjoy At Ease That Lucky Throw Of The Dice, Which Chance Had Turned Up For Me, The Day Of My Birth; And, With A Secret, Savage Joy, I Should Say, "so Much The Worse For The Losers!--the World Is A Lottery. Woe To The Conquered!

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.

Radicalism Is But The Desperation Of Logic.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?