I don't break the law* made for crooks, when I take away my own property - thus I am not obliged to conform to the law made for murderers when I deprive myself of my own life.

Marriage, a market which has nothing free but the entrance.

The easy, gentle, and sloping path . . . is not the path of true virtue. It demands a rough and thorny road.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

I find no quality so easy for a man to counterfeit as devotion, though his life and manner are not conformable to it; the essence of it is abstruse and occult, but the appearances easy and showy.

It is a thorny undertaking, and more so than it seems, to follow a movement so wandering as that of our mind, to penetrate the opaque depths of its innermost folds, to pick out and immobilize the innumerable flutterings that agitate it.

Every day I hear stupid people say things that are not stupid.