He, Who Can Create, Abhors

I Love The People Because I Believe In God. For, If I Did Not Believe In God, What Would The People Be To Me? I Should Enjoy At Ease That Lucky Throw Of The Dice, Which Chance Had Turned Up For Me, The Day Of My Birth; And, With A Secret, Savage Joy, I Should Say, "so Much The Worse For The Losers!--the World Is A Lottery. Woe To The Conquered!

God - But A Word Invoked To Explain The World.

Sentiment Is The Poetry Of The Imagination.

True Greatness Is Sovereign Wisdom. We Are Never Deceived By Our Virtues.

What Is Our Life But A Succession Of Preludes To That Unknown Song Whose First Solemn Note Is Sounded By Death?