To Say That Man Is A Compound

There Comes A Moment During Which Almost Every Girl Or Boy Falls Into Melancholy; They Are Tormented By A Vague Inquietude Which Rests On Everything And Finds Nothing To Calm It. They Seek Solitude; They Weep; The Silence To Be Found In Cloister Attracts Them: The Image Of Peace That Seems To Reign In Religious Houses Seduces Them. They Mistake The First Manifestations Of A Developing Sexual Nature For The Voice Of God Calling Them To Himself; And It Is Precisely When Nature Is Inciting Them That They Embrace A Fashion Of Life Contrary To Nature's Wish.

No Man Has Received From Nature The Right To Give Orders To Others. Freedom Is A Gift From Heaven, And Every Individual Of The Same Species Has The Right To Enjoy It As Soon As He Is In Enjoyment Of His Reason.

Although A Man May Wear Fine Clothing, If He Lives Peacefully; And Is Good, Self-possessed, Has Faith And Is Pure; And If He Does Not Hurt Any Living Being, He Is A Holy Man.

Philosophy Is As Far Separated From Impiety As Religion Is From Fanaticism.

The Bad Gives Rise To The Good, The Good Inspires The Better, The Better Produces The Excellent, The Excellent Is Followed By The Bizarre