Wandering in a vast forest at night, I have only a faint light to guide me. A stranger appears and says to me: 'My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.' This stranger is a theologian.

At an early age I sucked up the milk of Homer, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Anacreon, Plato and Euripides, diluted with that of Moses and the prophets.

Instinct guides the animal better than the man. In the animal it is pure, in man it is led astray by his reason and intelligence.

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

The fact is that she was terribly undressed and I was extremely undressed too. The fact is that I still had my hand where she didn't have anything and she had hers where the same wasn't quite true of me. The fact is that I found myself underneath her and consequently she found herself on top of me.

You risk just as much in being credulous as in being suspicious.

For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.