Our Passions Are Ourselves.

It Is Almost Impossible Systematically To Constitute A Natural Moral Law. Nature Has No Principles. She Furnishes Us With No Reason To Believe That Human Life Is To Be Respected. Nature, In Her Indifference, Makes No Distinction Between Good And Evil.

To Die For An Idea Is To Set A Rather High Price Upon Conjecture.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.

It Is Remarkable How Great An Influence Our Clothes Have On Our Moral State.

Time Deals Gently Only With Those Who Take It Gently.