Great And Small Suffer The Same Mishaps.

We Must Keep Our Thought Secret, And Judge Everything By It, While Talking Like The People.

Human Life Is Thus Only An Endless Illusion. Men Deceive And Flatter Each Other. No One Speaks Of Us In Our Presence As He Does When We Are Gone. Society Is Based On Mutual Hypocrisy.

We Sail Within A Vast Sphere, Ever Drifting In Uncertainty, Driven From End To End.

We Need Not Have The Loftiest Mind To Understand That Here Is No Lasting And Real Satisfaction, That Our Pleasures Are Only Vanity, That Our Evils Are Infinite, And, Lastly, That Death, Which Threatens Us Every Moment, Must Infallibly Place Us Within A Few Years Under The Dreadful Necessity Of Being Forever Either Annihilated Or Unhappy.

No Soul Of High Estate Can Take Pleasure In Slander. It Betrays A Weakness.