Man is an animal that diddles, and there is no animal that diddles but man.

The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Philosophers have often held dispute As to the seat of thought in man and brute For that the power of thought attends the latter My friend, thy beau, hath made a settled matter, And spite of dogmas current in all ages, One settled fact is better than ten sages. (O,Tempora! O,Mores!)

I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.