He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is

How Old The World Is! I Walk Between Two Eternities.... What Is My Fleeting Existence In Comparison With That Decaying Rock, That Valley Digging Its Channel Ever Deeper, That Forest That Is Tottering And Those Great Masses Above My Head About To Fall? I See The Marble Of Tombs Crumbling Into Dust; And Yet I Don't Want To Die!

There Is No Moral Precept That Does Not Have Something Inconvenient About It.

En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

Do You See This Egg? With This You Can Topple Every Theological Theory, Every Church Or Temple In The World.

At An Early Age I Sucked Up The Milk Of Homer, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Anacreon, Plato And Euripides, Diluted With That Of Moses And The Prophets.