Almost The Whole Of History

In Love, Everything Is True, Everything Is False; It Is The One Subject On Which One Cannot Express An Absurdity.

Tragedy Has The Great Moral Defect Of Giving Too Much Importance To Life And Death.

The Philosopher Who Would Fain Extinguish His Passions Resembles The Chemist Who Would Like To Let His Furnace Go Out.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

People Are Governed By The Head; A Kind Heart Is Of Little Value In Chess.