Maxioms by Voltaire
Illusion is the first of the pleasures
Illusion is the first of the pleasures
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that read more
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.
Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time
Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time
"I can't" isn't a reason to give up, it's a reason to try harder
"I can't" isn't a reason to give up, it's a reason to try harder
Once the people begin to reason, all is lost
Once the people begin to reason, all is lost
