Remorse Turns Us Against Ourselves.

It Is Among Uneducated Women That We May Look For The Most Confirmed Gossips. Goethe Tells Us There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Bustling Ignorance.

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!

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

Where Violence Reigns, Reason Is Weak.

It's A Question Of Prudence. Nobody Has A High Opinion Of Fishwives But Who Would Dare Offend Them While Walking Through The Fish Market.