A woman without breasts is like a bed without pillows.
The good critic is he who relates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.
It is almost impossible systematically to constitute a natural moral law. Nature has no principles. She furnishes us with no reason to believe that human life is to be respected. Nature, in her indifference, makes no distinction between good and evil.
In truth man is made rather to eat ices than to pore over old texts.
The impotence of God is infinite.
Intelligent women always marry fools