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Philosophy Goes No Further Than Probabilities, And In Every Assertion Keeps A Doubt In Reserve.

Men Think To Mend Their Condition By A Change Of Circumstances. They Might As Well Hope To Escape From Their Shadows.

As We Advance In Life, We Learn The Limits Of Our Abilities.

I Think Nature, If She Interests Herself Much About Her Children, Must Often Feel That, Like The Miserable Frankenstein, With Her Experimenting Among The Elements Of Humanity, She Has Brought Beings Into Existence Who Have No Business Here; Who Can Do None Of Her Work, And Endure None Of Her Favours; Whose Life Is Only Suffering; And Whose Action Is One Long Protest Against The Ill Foresight Which Flung Them Into Consciousness.

Carelessness Is Inexcusable, And Merits The Inevitable Sequence.