When We Know To Read Our Own

The Philosopher Forms His Principles On An Infinity Of Particular Observations. He Does Not Confuse Truth With Plausibility, He Takes For Truth What Is True, For False What Is False, For Doubtful What Is Doubtful, And Probable What Is Probable. The Philosophical Spirit Is Thus A Spirit Of Observation And Accuracy.

All Things Must Be Examined, Debated, Investigated Without Exception And Without Regard For Anyone's Feelings... We Must Run Roughshod Over All These Ancient Puerilities, Overturn The Barriers That Reason Never Erected, Give Back To The Arts And Sciences The Liberty That Is So Precious To Them.

Le Public Ne Sait Pas Toujours De Sirer Le Vrai. Thepublicdoesnot Alwaysknowhow Todesirethetruth.

Whatever Dressing One Gives To Mushrooms, To Whatever Sauces Our Apiciuses Put Them, They Are Not Really Good But To Be Sent Back To The Dungheap Where They Are Born.

Those Authors Into Whose Hands Nature Has Placed A Magic Wand, With Which They No Sooner Touch Us Than We Forget The Unhappiness In Life, Than The Darkness Leaves Our Soul, And We Are Reconciled To Existence, Should Be Placed Among The Benefactors Of The Human Race.