In A World Of Hunchbacks, A Fine

The Human Heart May Find Here And There A Resting-place Short Of The Highest Height Of Affection, But We Seldom Stop In The Steep, Downward Slope Of Hatred.

Ideas Devour The Ages As Men Are Devoured By Their Passions. When Man Is Cured, Human Nature Will Cure Itself Perhaps.

For Young People Always Begin By Loving Exaggeration, That Infirmity Of Noble Minds.

Are Not Our Noblest Feelings As It Were The Poems Of Our Will.

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