I climb upon the highest mountains, laughing at all tragedies - whether real or imaginary.

What good is all this free-thinking, modernity, and turncoat flexibility if at some gut level you are still a Christian, a Catholic, and even a priest!

The parasites live where the great have little secret sores.

Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment - a little makes the way of the best happiness.

A man who whinnies with noisy laughter, surpasses all the animals in vulgarity.

The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.

What was formerly merely sickly now becomes indecent : it is indecent to be a Christian today.