Philosophy, Like Medicine, Has Plenty Of Drugs,

When A Man And A Woman Have An Overwhelming Passion For Each Other, It Seems To Me, In Spite Of Such Obstacles Dividing Them As Parents Or Husband, That They Belong To Each Other In The Name Of Nature, And Are Lovers By Divine Right, In Spite Of Human Convention Or The Laws.

What We Love Intensely Or For A Long Time We Are Likely To Bring Within The Citadel, And To Assert As Part Of Oneself.

There Are More People Who Wish To Be Loved Than There Are Who Are Willing To Love.

An Economist Is A Surgeon With An Excellent Scalpel And A Rough-edged Lancet, Who Operates Beautifully On The Dead And Tortures The Living.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!