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En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

I Picture The Vast Realm Of The Sciences As An Immense Landscape Scattered With Patches Of Dark And Light. The Goal Towards Which We Must Work Is Either To Extend The Boundaries Of The Patches Of Light, Or To Increase Their Number. One Of These Tasks Falls To The Creative Genius; The Other Requires A Sort Of Sagacity Combined With Perfectionism.

You Risk Just As Much In Being Credulous As In Being Suspicious.

Does Anyone Really Know Where They're Going To?

I Am Wholly Yours - You Are Everything To Me; We Will Sustain Each Other In All The Ills Of Life It May Please Fate To Inflict Upon Us; You Will Soothe My Troubles; I Will Comfort You In Yours.