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

Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.

For there is no air that men so greedily draw in, that diffuses itself so soon, and that penetrates so deep as that of license.

I look upon the too good opinion that man has of himself, as the nursing mother of all false opinions, both public and private.

The only thing certain is nothing is certain.

Shame on all eloquence which leaves us with a taste for itself and not for its substance.

All opinions in the world agree in this, that pleasure is our end, although they differ as to the means of attaining it.