Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not

I Have Felt In My Very Blood, Ever Since I Was Born, A Most Unconquerable Hatred Towards The Whole Tribe Of Fools, And It Arises From The Fact That I Feel Myself A Blockhead Whenever I Am In Their Company.

When A Sonnet Is Mediocre It Is Bad, For It Should Be Sublime.

They Are The Follies Inherent To Youth; I Make Sport Of Them, And, If You Are Kind, You Will Not Yourself Refuse Them A Good-natured Smile.

God Ceases To Be God Only For Those Who Can Admit The Possibility Of His Non-existence, And That Conception Is In Itself The Most Severe Punishment They Can Suffer.

Desires Are But Pain And Torment, And Enjoyment Is Sweet Because It Delivers Us From Them.