There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.

Marriage can be compared to a cage: birds outside it despair to enter, and birds within, to escape.

After they had accustomed themselves at Rome to the spectacles of the slaughter of animals, they proceeded to those of the slaughter of men, to the gladiators.

The human face is a weak guarantee; yet it deserves some consideration. And if I had to whip the wicked, I would do so more severely to those who belied and betrayed the promises that nature had implanted on their brows; I would punish malice more harshly when it was hidden under a kindly appearance.

I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself.

Order a purge for your brain, it will there be much better employed than upon your stomach.

There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.