We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Angry Men Are Blind And Foolish, For Reason At Such Time Takes Flight And, In Her Absence; Wrath Plunders All The Riches Of The Intellect, While The Judgment Remains The Prisoner Of Its Own Pride.

What Evil Is There In Seeing A Man Possess A Woman? Why, The Beasts Would Be More Free Than We! It Seems To Me That That Which Is Given Us By Nature For Our Own Preservation Ought To Be Worn Round The Neck As A Pendant And In The Hat For A Medal.

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.

The Art Of War Is Like The Art Of The Courtesan; Indeed They Might Be Called Sisters, Since Both Are Slaves Of Desperation.

Anger Represents A Certain Power, When A Great Mind, Prevented From Executing Its Own Generous Desires, Is Moved By It.