I have always loved truth so passionately that I have often resorted to lying as a way of introducing it into the minds which were ignorant of its charms.
The raging fire which urged us on was scorching us; it would have burned us had we failed to restrain it.
The story she had told me was possible, but it was not believable.
Worthy or not, my life is my subject, and my subject is my life.
Whether happy or unhappy, life is the only treasure man possesses.
In the mean time I worship God, laying every wrong action under an interdict which I endeavour to respect, and I loathe the wicked without doing them any injury.