It is putting a very high price on one's conjectures to have someone roasted alive on their account. - Michel de Montaigne

~Je veux que la mort me trouve plantant mes choux.~

Women are not entirely wrong when they reject the moral rules proclaimed in society, since it is we men alone who have made them.

Can anything be imagined so ridiculous, that this miserable and wretched creature [man], who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole?