Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.