When I Cease To Be Indignant I

The Itch Is A Mean, Unconfessable, Ridiculous Malady; One Can Pity Someone Who Is Suffering ; Someone Who Wants To Scratch Himself Makes One Laugh.

It Is Better To Be Hated For What You Are Than To Be Loved For Something You Are Not.

Sadness Is A State Of Sin.

It Is Easier To Lead Men To Combat, Stirring Up Their Passion, Than To Restrain Them And Direct Them Toward The Patient Labors Of Peace.

Most Often It Happens That One Attributes To Others Only The Feelings Of Which One Is Capable Oneself.