Those who write against vanity want the glory of having written well, and their readers the glory of reading well, and I who write this have the same desire, as perhaps those who read this have also.

If he exalts himself, I humble him. If he humbles himself, I exalt him. And I go on contradicting him Until he understands That he is a monster that passes all understanding.

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.

To ridicule philosophy is really to philosophize.

Imagination is the deceptive part in man, the mistress of error and falsehood.

How hollow is the heart of man, and how full of excrement!

It is the contest that delights us, and not the victory.