Reason is the slow and torturous method by which those who do not know the truth discover it

What part of us feels pleasure? Is it our hand, our arm, our flesh, or our blood? It must obviously be something immaterial.

Justice is as much a matter of fashion as charm is.

Nature has made all her truths independent of one another. Our art makes one dependent on the other. But this is not natural. Each keeps its own place.

Law, without force, is impotent.

The last advance of reason is to recognize that it is surpassed by innumerable things; it is feeble if it cannot realize that.

We conceal it from ourselves in vain - we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.