The Idea Of God Is

One Weeps Not Save When One Is Afraid, And That Is Why Kings Are Tyrants.

Thread Of Their Days Without Pity, And In The Midst Of Life, Without Ever Concerning Themselves With This Fatal Moment, Living As Though They Were To Exist For Ever, They Disappear Into The Obscure Cloud Of Immortality, Uncertain Of The Fate Which Lies In Store For Them.

Can We Become Other Than What We Are?

How Delicious To Corrupt, To Stifle All Semblances Of Virtue And Religion In That Young Heart!

In Order To Know Virtue, We Must First Acquaint Ourselves With Vice.