I Consider Myself An Average Man, Except

There Is Nothing Useless In Nature; Not Even Uselessness Itself

The Curiosity Of Knowing Things Has Been Given To Man For A Scourge.

The Bees Pillage The Flowers Here And There But They Make Honey Of Them Which Is All Their Own; It Is No Longer Thyme Or Marjolaine: So The Pieces Borrowed From Others He Will Transform And Mix Up Into A Work All His Own.

He Who Remembers The Evils He Has Undergone, And Those That Have Threatened Him, And The Slight Causes That Have Changed Him From One State To Another, Prepares Himself In That Way For Future Changes And For Recognizing His Condition. The Life Of Caesar Has No More To Show Us Than Our Own; An Emperor's Or An Ordinary Man's, It Is Still A Life Subject To All Human Accidents.

Even Opinion Is Of Force Enough To Make Itself To Be Espoused At The Expense Of Life.