Right... Is The Child Of

There Is No Pestilence In A State Like A Zeal For Religion, Independent Of Morality.

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.

Stretching His Hand Up To Reach The Stars, Too Often Man Forgets The Flowers At His Feet.

The Spirit Of Dogmatic Theology Poisons Anything It Touches.

Publicity Is The Very Soul Of Justice. It Is The Keenest Spur To Exertion, And The Surest Of All Guards Against Improbity.