It is easier to write an indifferent poem than to understand a good one.

And therefore, Reader, I myself am the subject of my book: it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain. Therefore, Farewell.

Men are tormented by the opinions they have of things, and not the things themselves.

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

I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.

Life itself is neither a good nor an evil: life is where good or evil find a place, depending on how you make it for them.

In love, 'tis no other than frantic desire for that which flies from us.