The Bad Gives Rise To The Good,

I Am More Affected By The Attractions Of Virtue Than By The Deformities Of Vice; I Turn Gently Away From The Wicked And I Fly To Meet The Good. If There Is In A Literary Work, In A Character, In A Picture, In A Statue, A Beautiful Spot, That Is Where My Eyes Rest; I See Only That, I Remember Only That, All The Rest Is Well-nigh Forgotten. What Becomes Of Me When The Whole Work Is Beautiful!

The Arbitrary Rule Of A Just And Enlightened Prince Is Always Bad. His Virtues Are The Most Dangerous And The Surest Form Of Seduction: They Lull A People Imperceptibly Into The Habit Of Loving, Respecting, And Serving His Successor, Whoever That Successor May Be, No Matter How Wicked Or Stupid.

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

It Is Very Important Not To Mistake Hemlock For Parsley, But To Believe Or Not Believe In God Is Not Important At All.

L'homme Est Ne Pour La Socie Te ; Se Parez-le, Isolez-le, Ses Ide Es Se De Suniront, Son Caracte' Re Se Tournera, Mille Affections Ridicules S'e Le' Veront Dans Son Coeur; Des 274 Pense Es Extravagantes Germeront Dans Son Esprit, Comme Les Ronces Dans Une Terre Sauvage. Man Is Born To Live In Society: Separate Him, Isolate Him, And His Ideas Disintegrate, His Character Changes, A Thousand Ridiculous Affectations Rise Up In His Heart; Extreme Thoughts Take Hold In His Mind, Like The Brambles In A Wild Field.