Thought Must Be Divided Against Itself Before

Being Cared For When One Is Dead Is Less Satisfactory Than Being Cared For When One Is Alive.

What With Making Their Way And Enjoying What They Have Won, Heroes Have No Time To Think. But The Sons Of Heroes - Ah, They Have All The Necessary Leisure.

Speed, It Seems To Me, Provides The One Genuinely Modern Pleasure.

Our Vanity Makes Us Exaggerate The Importance Of Human Life; The Individual Is Nothing; Nature Cares Only For The Species.

For What We Think And Feel And Are Is To A Great Extent Determined By The State Of Our Ductless Glands And Our Viscera.