All Poetry Is Misrepresentation.

Natural Rights Is Simple Nonsense: Natural And Imprescriptible Rights, Rhetorical Nonsense—nonsense Upon Stilts.

The Offence Is What Is Improperly Called The Death Of An Infant, Who Has Ceased To Be, Before Knowing What Existence Is, A Result Of A Nature Not To Give The Slightest Inquietude To The Most Timid Imagination; And Which Can Cause No Regrets But To The Very Person Who, Through A Sentiment Of Shame And Pity, Has Refused To Prolong A Life Begun Under The Auspices Of Misery.

Happiness Is A Very Pretty Thing To Feel, But Very Dry To Talk About.

Among The Several Cloudy Appellatives Which Have Been Commonly Employed As Cloaks For Misgovernment, There Is None More Conspicuous In This Atmosphere Of Illusion Than The Word Order.

The Principle Of Asceticism Never Was, Nor Ever Can Be, Consistently Pursued By Any Living Creature. Let But One Tenth Part Of The Inhabitants Of The Earth Pursue It Consistently, And In A Day's Time They Will Have Turned It Into A Hell.