A tale without love is like beef without mustard: insipid.
What frightens us most in a madman is his sane conversation.
That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future.
What can be more foolish than to think that all this rare fabric of heaven and earth could come by chance, when all the skill of art is not able to make an oyster!
Without lies humanity would perish of despair and boredom.
We have never heard the devil's side of the story, God wrote all the book.