Hatred is a settled anger.

What the object of senile avarice may be I cannot conceive. For can there be anything more absurd than to seek more journey money, the less there remains of the journey?

I hate all children of precocious talent.

Here is a man whose life and actions the world has already condemned - yet whose enormous fortune...has already brought him acquittal!

I will adhere to the counsels of good men, although misfortune and death should be the consequence.

For if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable? And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to us, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall on us in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity?

The authors who affect contempt for a name in the world put their names to the books which they invite the world to read.