Whatever Evil A Man May

Society Is Divided Into Two Classes, The Shearers And The Shorn.

It Must Be Admitted That There Are Some Parts Of The Soul Which We Must Entirely Paralyse Before We Can Live Happily In This World.

Living Is A Sickness To Which Sleep Provides Relief Every Sixteen Hours. It's A Palliative. The Remedy Is Death.

His Passions Make Man Live, His Wisdom Merely Makes Him Last.

I Only Study The Things I Like; I Apply My Mind Only To Matters That Interest Me. They'll Be Useful-or Useless-to Me Or To Others In Due Course, I'll Be Given-or Not Given-the Opportunity Of Benefiting From What I've Learned. In Any Case, I'll Have Enjoyed The Inestimable Advantage Of Doing Things I Like Doing And Following My Own Inclinations.