The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.
Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people.
Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry.
Love demands infinitely less than friendship.
Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.