There Are No Truths, Only Moments Of

I Am Myself The Matter Of My Book.

Obstinacy And Heat In Argument Are Surest Proofs Of Folly. Is There Anything So Stubborn, Obstinate, Disdainful, Contemplative, Grave, Or Serious, As An Ass?

We Trouble Our Life By Thoughts About Death, And Our Death By Thoughts About Life.

I Set Forth Notions That Are Human And My Own, Simply As Human Notions Considered In Themselves, Not As Determined And Decreed By Heavenly Ordinance.

Nature Has, Herself, I Fear, Imprinted In Man A Kind Of Instinct To Inhumanity.