All Human Power Is A Compound Of

In Diving To The Bottom Of Pleasure We Bring Up More Gravel Than Pearls.

Thanks To The Toleration Preached By The Encyclopedists Of The Eighteenth Century, The Sorcerer Is Exempt From Torture.

Jealousy, An Eminently Credulous And Suspicious Passion, Allows Fancy The Greatest Possible Play. But It Does Not Bestow Wit, It Banishes All Sense.

A Deist Is An Atheist With An Eye Cocked For The Off-chance Of Some Advantage.

What Makes Friendship Indissolute And What Doubles Its Charms Is A Feeling We Find Lacking In Love: I Mean Certitude.