The world is the house of the strong.

It is raining bombs on the house of the Lord. I go in fear and trembling lest one of these terrible bombers gets into difficulties.

Give, but, if possible, spare the poor man the shame of begging.

I like better for one to say some foolish thing upon important matters than to be silent. That becomes the subject of discussion and dispute, and the truth is discovered.

Shakespeare's fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.

Whatever dressing one gives to mushrooms, to whatever sauces our Apiciuses put them, they are not really good but to be sent back to the dungheap where they are born.

What has not been examined impartially has not been well examined. Skepticism is therefore the first step towards truth.