Don't have children: they deform women's bodies and turn into an enemy 20 years later.
The ultimate triumph of philosophy would be to cast light upon the mysterious ways in which Providence moves to achieve the designs it has for man.
Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change.
The idea of God is the sole wrong for which I cannot forgive mankind.
Any enjoyment is weakened when shared.
The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?