Self-love Is The Source Of

Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My Enemy!

Death Was To Be My Glory, But Destiny Has Refused It.

By Speaking Of Our Misfortunes We Often Relieve Them. [fr., A Raconter Ses Maux Souvent On Les Soulage.]

Ambition Becomes Displeasing When It Is Once Satiated; There Is A Reaction; And As Our Spirit, Till Our Last Sigh, Is Always Aiming Toward Some Object, It Falls Back On Itself, Having Nothing Else On Which To Rest; And Having Reached The Summit, It Longs To Descend.

Who Is All-powerful Should Fear Everything.