if I inflict wounds, I heal them.

The heart has no wrinkles.

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.

if I inflict wounds, I heal them.

Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art!

Religious people spend so much time with their confessors because they like to talk about themselves.