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

All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.

Vanity is but the surface.

God is, or He is not." But to which side shall we incline? Reason can decide nothing here. There is an infinite chaos which separated us. A game is being played at the extremity of this infinite distance where heads or tails will turn up. What will you wager?

You're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend.

Vanity is so secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired: even I who write this, and you who read this.

The weakness of human reason appears more evidently in those who know it not than in those who know it.