If only I was as eloquent as Demosthenes, I would have to do no more than repeat a single word three times.

I look upon logical proofs the way a well-bred girl looks upon a love letter

Physics is nothing but the ABC's. Nature is an equation with an unknown, a Hebrew word which is written only with consonants to which reason has to add the dots.

Lies, fables and romances must needs be probable, but not the truth and foundation of our faith.

What Tarquin the Proud said in his garden with the poppy blooms was understood by the son but not by the messenger.

What for others is style, for me is soul.

Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.