In Their Hearts Women Think That It

Necessity Is The Constant Scourge Of The Lower Classes, Ennui Of The Higher Ones.

Reason Is Feminine In Nature; It Can Only Give After It Has Received.

It Takes Place, By And Large, With The Same Sort Of Necessity As A Tree Brings Forth Fruit, And Demands Of The World No More Than A Soil On Which The Individual Can Flourish.

[t]he Appropriate Form Of Address Between Man And Man Ought To Be, Not Monsieur, Sir, But Fellow Sufferer, Compagnon De Miseres.

In Many Cases Hate A Person Is Rooted In The Involuntary Estimate Of Its Virtues.