I am more affected by the attractions of virtue than by the deformities of vice; I turn gently away from the wicked and I fly to meet the good. If there is in a literary work, in a character, in a picture, in a statue, a beautiful spot, that is where my eyes rest; I see only that, I remember only that, all the rest is well-nigh forgotten. What becomes of me when the whole work is beautiful!

One may demand of me that I should seek truth, but not that I should find it

For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.

What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.

Philosophy is as far separated from impiety as religion is from fanaticism.

Scepticism is the first step toward truth.

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.