What a pathetic creature is man! His senses are awakened by the hope for the very thing whose consummation puts him to sleep.

At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.

What's the meaning of all the pious clamor, condemning cocks and hens? Those who have no teeth are the greatest meat-haters.

I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.

The sun of a prince's good graces resembles that in the skies in that it shines most kindly upon the blackest people.

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

When we interpret nature, we refer phenomena that are rarely entirely unintelligible back to something that actually exists, but is equally unintelligible.