I Know My Fate. One

The Surest Sign That Two People No Longer Speak The Same Language Is That Both Say Ironic Things To One Another But That Neither Senses The Irony.

Genteel Women Suppose That Those Things Do Not Really Exist About Which It Is Impossible To Talk In Polite Company.

Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing, And The Deification Of Existence.

In Certain Pious People I Have Found A Hatred Of Reason, And Have Been Favourably Disposed To Them For It: Their Bad Intellectual Conscience Was At Least Exposed By That!

Who Is Better, They Who Promote Truth Over Happiness, Or Happiness Over Truth?