Without Publicity, No Good Is

Bodies Are Real Entities. Surfaces And Lines Are But Fictitious Entities. A Surface Without Depth, A Line Without Thickness, Was Never Seen By Any Man; No; Nor Can Any Conception Be Seriously Formed Of Its Existence.

Want Keeps Pace With Dignity. Destitute Of The Lawful Means Of Supporting His Rank, His Dignity Presents A Motive For Malversation, And His Power Furnishes The Means.

Nature Has Placed Mankind Under The Government Of Two Sovereign Masters, Pain And Pleasure.

The Offence Is What Is Improperly Called The Death Of An Infant, Who Has Ceased To Be, Before Knowing What Existence Is, A Result Of A Nature Not To Give The Slightest Inquietude To The Most Timid Imagination; And Which Can Cause No Regrets But To The Very Person Who, Through A Sentiment Of Shame And Pity, Has Refused To Prolong A Life Begun Under The Auspices Of Misery.

[i]n Principle And In Practice, In A Right Track And In A Wrong One, The Rarest Of All Human Qualities Is Consistency.