The Miser Puts His Gold Pieces Into

The Anxiety We Have For The Figure We Cut, For Our Personage, Is Constantly Cropping Out. We Are Showing Off And Are Often More Concerned With Making A Display Than With Living. Whoever Feels Observed Observes Himself.

The Abominable Effort To Take One’s Sins With One To Paradise.

They Establish Distinctions And Reserves Which I Cannot Apply To Myself, For I Exist Only As A Whole; My Only Claim Is To Be Natural, And The Pleasure I Feel In An Action, I Take As A Sign That I Ought To Do It.

Profound Optimism Is Always On The Side Of The Tortured.

The Color Of Truth Is Gray.