In General, Children, Like Men,

Whether God Exists Or Does Not Exist, He Has Come To Rank Among The Most Sublime And Useless Truths.

You Live As If You Were Destined To Live Forever, No Thought Of Your Frailty Ever Enters Your Head, Of How Much Time Has Already Gone By You Take No Heed. You Squander Time As If You Drew From A Full And Abundant Supply, So All The While That Day Which You Bestow On Some Person Or Thing Is Perhaps Your Last. You Have All The Fears Of Mortals And All The Desires Of Immortals… What Foolish Forgetfulness Of Mortality To Defer Wise Resolutions To The Fiftieth Or Sixtieth Year, And To Intend To Begin Life At A Point To Which Few Have Attained.

The Enjoyment Of Freedom Which Could Be Exercised Without Any Motivation Would Be The Real Hallmark Of A Maniac.

Only Passions, And Great Passions, Can Raise The Soul To Great Things. Without Them There Is No Sublimity, Either In Morals Or In Creativity. Art Returns To Infancy, And Virtue Becomes Small-minded.

When We Know To Read Our Own Hearts, We Acquire Wisdom Of The Heartsof Others.