He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.

Perhaps a normal man is supposed to be stupid-how do we know? Perhaps it's even very beautiful.

But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure? Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.

What does reason know? Reason only knows what it has succeeded in learning.

Of course my jokes are in poor taste, inappropriate, and confused; they reveal my lack of security. But that is because I have no respect for myself.

From a hundred rabbits you can't make a horse.

Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.