How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.

It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.

What a wonderful thing it is that drop of seed, from which we are produced, bears in itself the impressions, not only of the bodily shape, but of the thoughts and inclinations of our fathers!

One must be a little foolish if one does not want to be even more stupid.