We Lose All That Time Which We

To Abstain That We May Enjoy Is The Epicurianism Of Reason.

Whatever May Be Our Natural Talents, The Art Of Writing Is Not Acquired All At Once.

If There Were A Nation Of Gods, It Would Govern Itself Democratically. A Government So Perfect Is Not Suited To Men.

Whoever Blushes Is Already Guilty; True Innocence Is Ashamed Of Nothing.

Our Greatest Evil Flows From Ourselves.