The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

Fear first created the gods.

Repetition is the only form of permanence that Nature can achieve.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

Matters of religion should never be matters of controversy. We neither argue with a lover about his taste, nor condemn him, if we are just, for knowing so human a passion.

Memory itself is an internal rumour.