The Wedlocks Of Minds Will

The Highest Form Of Bliss Is Living With A Certain Degree Of Folly

Ask A Wise Man To Dinner And He'll Upset Everyone By His Gloomy Silence Or Tiresome Questions. Invite Him To A Dance And You'll Have A Camel Prancing About. Haul Him Off To A Public Entertainment And His Face Will Be Enough To Spoil The People's Entertainment.

The Entire World Is My Temple, And A Very Fine One Too, If I'm Not Mistaken, And I'll Never Lack Priests To Serve It As Long As There Are Men.

The Majority Of The Common People Loathe War And Pray For Peace; Only A Handful Of Individuals, Whose Evil Joys Depend On General Misery, Desire War.

Nature, More Of A Stepmother Than A Mother In Several Ways, Has Sown A Seed Of Evil In The Hearts Of Mortals, Especially In The More Thoughtful Men, Which Makes Them Dissatisfied With Their Own Lot And Envious Of Another S.