The More Defects A Man

I Don't Know What The Heart Is, Not I: I Only Use The Word To Denote The Mind's Frailties.

Why Do You Complain Of Your Fate When You Could So Easily Change It?

Miserable Creatures, Thrown For A Moment On The Surface Of This Little Pile Of Mud, Is It Decreed That One Half Of The Flock Should Be The Persecutor Of The Other? Is It For You, Mankind, To Pronounce On What Is Good And What Is Evil?

Nothing We Can Do Outrages Nature Directly. Our Acts Of Destruction Give Her New Vigour And Feed Her Energy, But None Of Our Wreckings Can Weaken Her Power.

Let Us Give Ourselves Indiscriminately To Everything Our Passions Suggest, And We Will Always Be Happy...conscience Is Not The Voice Of Nature But Only The Voice Of Prejudice.