It Is Possible To Imagine A Society

Everywhere Resoundeth The Voices Of Those Who Preach Death; And The Earth Is Full Of Those To Whom Death Hath To Be Preached.

My Solitude Doesn’t Depend On The Presence Or Absence Of People; On The Contrary, I Hate Who Steals My Solitude Without, In Exchange, Offering Me True Company.

If You Have Hitherto Believed That Life Was One Of The Highest Value And Now See Yourselves Disappointed, Do You At Once Have To Reduce It To The Lowest Possible Price?

What Do You Regard As Most Humane? To Spare Someone Shame.

Clever People Are Never Credited With Their Follies: What A Deprivation Of Human Rights!