Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality,

God - But A Word Invoked To Explain The World.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

Argument Should Be Polite As Well As Logical.

Limited In His Nature, Infinite In His Desires, Man Is A Fallen God Who Remembers The Heavens.

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!