Ignorance Is Less Remote From The Truth

Time, Matter, Space - All, It May Be, Are No More Than A Point.

People Praise Virtue, But They Hate It, They Run Away From It. It Freezes You To Death, And In This World You've Got To Keep Your Feet Warm.

Only Passions, And Great Passions, Can Raise The Soul To Great Things. Without Them There Is No Sublimity, Either In Morals Or In Creativity. Art Returns To Infancy, And Virtue Becomes Small-minded.

To Be Born In Imbecility, In The Midst Of Pain And Crisis; To Be The Plaything Of Ignorance, Error, Need, Sickness, Wickedness, And Passions; To Return Step By Step To Imbecility, From The Time Of Lisping To That Of Doting; To Live Among Knaves And Charlatans Of All Kinds; To Die Between One Man Who Takes Your Pulse And Another Who Troubles Your Head; Never To Know Where You Come From, Why You Come And Where You Are Going! That Is What Is Called The Most Important Gift Of Our Parents And Nature. Life.

We Are Constantly Railing Against The Passions; We Ascribe To Them All Of Man's Afflictions, And We Forget That They Are Also The Source Of All His Pleasures.