Let Us Be Lazy In

My God, Grant That My Bounty May Be A Clear And Transparent River, Flowing From Pure Charity, And Uncontaminated By Self-love, Ambition, Or Interest. Thanks Are Due Not To Me, But Thee, From Whom All I Possess Is Derived. And What Are The Paltry Gifts For Which My Neighbor Forgets To Thank Me, Compared With The Immense Blessings For Which I Have So Often Forgotten To Be Grateful To Thee!

Why Should Not Every Individual Man Have Existed More Than Once Upon This World? Why Should I Not Come Back As Often As I Am Capable Of Acquiring Fresh Knowledge? Is This Hypothesis So Laughable Merely Because It Is The Oldest? Because The Human Understanding, Before The Sophistries Of The Schools Had Dissipated And Debilitated It, Lighted Upon It At Once?

Well Was It Said By A Man Of Sagacity That Dancing Was A Sort Of Privileged And Reputable Folly, And That The Best Way To Be Convinced Of This Was To Close The Ears And Judge Of It By The Eyes Alone.

For The Will And Not The Gift Makes The Giver.

Nature Intended That Woman Should Be Her Masterpiece.