If you want me to believe in God, you must make me touch him.

I discuss with myself questions of politics, love, taste, or philosophy. I let my mind rove wantonly, give it free rein to followany idea, wise or mad that may present itself. My ideas are my harlots.

The Christian religion teaches us to imitate a God that is cruel, insidious, jealous, and implacable in his wrath.

There is only one duty; that is to be happy.

How easy it is to tell tales!

If the weather is too cold or rainy, I take shelter in the Regence Cafe, where I entertain myself by watching chess being played. Paris is the world center, and this cafe is the Paris centre for the finest skill at this game.

My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly.