I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.