His Passions Make Man Live, His Wisdom

He Who Disguises Tyranny, Protection, Or Even Benefits Under The Air And Name Of Friendship Reminds Me Of The Guilty Priest Who Poisoned The Sacramental Bread.

Real Worth Requires No Interpreter: Its Everyday Deeds Form Its Emblem.

Change Of Fashion Is The Tax Levied By The Industry Of The Poor On The Vanity Of The Rich.

Sometimes Apparent Resemblance Of Character Will Bring Two Men Together And For A Certain Time Unite Them. But Their Mistake Gradually Becomes Evident, And They Are Astonished To Find Themselves Not Only Far Apart, But Even Repelled, In Some Sort, At All Their Points Of Contact.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!