Let not your zeal to share your principles entice you beyond your borders.

Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.

Consider the problem from the point of view of evil, evil being almost always pleasure's true and major charm; considered thus, the crime must appear greater when perpetrated upon a being of your identical sort than when inflicted upon one which is not, and this once established, the delight automatically doubles.

One weeps not save when one is afraid, and that is why kings are tyrants.

It requires only two things to win credit for a miracle: a mountebank and a number of silly women.

Happiness is an abstraction, it is a product of the imagination, it is a way of being moved, which depends entirely on our way of seeing and feeling.

For mortal men there is but one hell, and that is the folly and wickedness and spite of his fellows; but once his life is over, there's an end to it: his annihilation is final and entire, of him nothing survives.