He Who Seeks Intelligence Lacks Intelligence.

The Errors Of Great Men Are Venerable Because They Are More Fruitful Than The Truths Of Little Men.

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die. As Well The Minds Which Are Prevented From Changing Their Opinions; They Cease To Be Mind.

Love As A Passion—it Is Our European Specialty—must Absolutely Be Of Noble Origin; As Is Well Known, Its Invention Is Due To The Provencal Poet-cavaliers, Those Brilliant, Ingenious Men Of The "gai Saber," To Whom Europe Owes So Much, And Almost Owes Itself.

Life Is An Instinct For Growth, For Survival, For The Accumulation Of Forces, For Power.

A Little Poison Now And Then: That Makes For Pleasant Dreams. And A Lot Of Poison At The End, For A Pleasant Death.