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People Praise Virtue, But They Hate It, They Run Away From It. It Freezes You To Death, And In This World You've Got To Keep Your Feet Warm.

We Are Constantly Railing Against The Passions; We Ascribe To Them All Of Man's Afflictions, And We Forget That They Are Also The Source Of All His Pleasures.

We Swallow With One Gulp The Lie That Flatters Us, And Drink Drop By Drop The Truth Which Is Bitter To Us.

If Reason Be A Gift Of Heaven, And We Can Say As Much Of Faith, Heaven Has Certainly Made Us Two Gifts Not Only Incompatible, But In Direct Contradiction To Each Other. In Order To Solve The Difficulty, We Are Compelled To Say Either That Faith Is A Chimera Or That Reason Is Useless.

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