What you call disorder is nothing else than one of the laws of the order you comprehend not and which you have erroneously named disorder because its effects, though good for Nature, run counter to your convenience or jar your opinions.

I have supported my deviations with reasons; I did not stop at mere doubt; I have vanquished, I have uprooted, I have destroyed everything in my heart that might have interfered with my pleasure.

In an age that is utterly corrupt, the best policy is to do as others do.

Thread of their days without pity, and in the midst of life, without ever concerning themselves with this fatal moment, living as though they were to exist for ever, they disappear into the obscure cloud of immortality, uncertain of the fate which lies in store for them.

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

Virtue can procure only an imaginary happiness; true felicity lies only in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.

The man who alters his way of thinking to suit others is a fool.