It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.
No doubt about it: error is the rule, truth is the accident of error.
To drink is a small matter. To be thirsty is everything.
I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.
We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.
I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.