In their rules there was only one clause: Do what you will.

How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?

When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.

The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.

One should never pursue the hazards of fortune to their very ends andit behooves all adventurers to treat their good luck with reverence, neither bothering nor upsetting it.

I'd gladly do without a valet. I'm never so well treated as when I'm without a valet.

No noble man ever hated good wine.