For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.

What a hell of an economic system! Some are replete with everything while others, whose stomachs are no less demanding, whose hunger is just as recurrent, have nothing to bite on. The worst of it is the constrained posture need puts you in. The needy man does not walk like the rest; he skips, slithers, twists, crawls.

What a fine comedy this world would be if one did not play a part in it.

Does not vanity itself cease to be blamable, is it not even ennobled, when it is directed to laudable objects, when it confines itself to prompting us to great and generous actions?

A nation which thinks that it is belief in God and not good law which makes people honest does not seem to me very advanced.

The enjoyment of freedom which could be exercised without any motivation would be the real hallmark of a maniac.

Doctors are always working to preserve our health and cooks to destroy it, but the latter are the more often successful.