Nor is it enough to toughen up his soul; you must also toughen up his muscles.

Is it not enough to make me come back to life out of spite, to have someone who spat in my face while I existed come and rub my feet when I am beginning to exist no longer?

Stupidity and wisdom meet in the same centre of sentiment and resolution, in the suffering of human accidents.

Age imprints more wrinkles a in the mind, than it does in the face, and souls are never, or very rarely seen, that in growing old do not smell sour and musty. Man moves all together, both towards his perfection and decay.

The common notions that we find in credit around us and infused into our souls by our fathers' seed, these seem to be the universal and natural ones. Whence it comes to pass that what is off the hinges of custom, people believe to be off the hinges of reason.

In general I ask for books that make use of learning, not those that build it up.

Repentance is but a denying of our will, and an opposition of our fantasies.