Real Love Is The Love That Sometimes

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

Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not Suppose That He Is At Liberty To Do Everything He Pleases, For He Becomes A Slave The Moment He Allows His Actions To Be Ruled By Passion.

I Have Loved Women Even To Madness, But I Have Always Loved Liberty Better.

We Love Without Heeding Reason, And Cease To Love In The Same Manner.

For My Future I Have No Concern, And As A True Philosopher, I Never Would Have Any, For I Know Not What It May Be: As A Christian, On The Other Hand, Faith Must Believe Without Discussion, And The Stronger It Is, The More It Keeps Silent.