Power Is Pleasure; And Pleasure Sweetens Pain.

Silence Is One Great Art Of Conversation.

The Fear Of Approaching Death, Which In Youth We Imagine Must Cause Inquietude To The Aged, Is Very Seldom The Source Of Much Uneasiness.

The Ignorance Of The World Leaves One At The Mercy Of Its Malice.

Our Contempt For Others Proves Nothing But The Illiberality And Narrowness Of Our Own Views.

Or Have I Passed My Time In Pouring Words Like Water Into Empty Sieves, Rolling A Stone Up A Hill And Then Down Again, Trying To Prove An Argument In The Teeth Of Facts, And Looking For Causes In The Dark, And Not Finding Them?