Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!

Who so hath his mind on taking, hath it no more on what he taketh.

A man must live in the world and make the best of it, such as it is.

... whoever believes anything esteems that it is a work of charity to persuade another of it.

Life in itself is neither good nor evil, it is the place of good and evil, according to what you make it.

Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things, by their.

It is a dangerous and fateful presumption, besides the absurd temerity that it implies, to disdain what we do not comprehend. For after you have established, according to your fine undertstanding, the limits of truth and falsehood, and it turns out that you must necessarily believe things even stranger than those you deny, you are obliged from then on to abandon these limits.