The curiosity of knowing things has been given to man for a scourge.

I, who am king of the matter I treat, and who owe an accounting for it to no one, do not for all that believe myself in all I write. I often hazard sallies of my mind which I mistrust.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

The worst of my actions or conditions seem not so ugly unto me as I find it both ugly and base not to dare to avouch for them.

It's not victory if it doesn't end the war.

Men ... are not agreed about any one thing, not even that heaven is over our heads.

He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.