Wine is the benevolent god, who gives back gaiety to men and restores youth to the old.

Oh these foolish men! They could not create so much as a worm, but they create gods by the dozens.

Human understanding is marvellously enlightened by daily conversation with men, for we are, otherwise, compressed and heaped up in ourselves, and have our sight limited to the length of our own noses.

It is an absolute perfection and virtually divine to know how to enjoy our being rightfully.

Now, since everything else is furnished with the exact amount of needle and thread required to maintain its being, it is in truth incredible that we alone should be brought into the world in a defective and indigent state, in a state such that we cannot maintain ourselves without external aid.

What am I to choose? "Choose what you please, as long as you choose." There you have a foolish answer, which seems to be the outcome, however, of all Dogmatism, which will not allow us to be ignorant of that which we are ignorant.

I had rather complain of ill-fortune than be ashamed of victory.