So Soon As A Fashion Is Universal,

Misanthropy Is A Suit Of Armor Lined With Thorns.

Nothing Makes Us More Cowardly And Unconscionable Than The Desire To Be Loved By Everyone.

Age Either Transfigures Or Petrifies.

The Poor Man Wishes To Conceal His Poverty, And The Rich Man His Wealth: The Former Fears Lest He Be Despised, The Latter Lest He Be Plundered.

To Accept Reason Is Impossible If You Don't Already Possess It.