We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?

With A Goose-quill And A Few Sheets Of Paper, I Mock Myself Of The Universe. They Say I Am The Son Of A Courtesan; It May Be So, But I Have The Heart Of A King. I Live Free, I Enjoy Myself, I Can Call Myself Happy.

Nothing, It Appears To Me, Is Of Greater Value In A Man Than The Power Of Judgment; And The Man Who Has It May Be Compared To A Chest Filled With Books, For He Is The Son Of Nature And The Father Of Art.

Learning Is The Property Of Those Who Fear To Do Disagreeable Things.

Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me For Telling You Lies.