History is nothing more than the belief in the senses, the belief in falsehood.
One thing a man must have: either a naturally light disposition or a disposition lightened by art and knowledge.
There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.
The noble soul reveres itself
Faith makes blessed. Consequently it lies.
The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man.