Oh senseless man, who cannot possibly make a worm or a flea and yet will create Gods by the dozen!

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

Our zeal works wonders, whenever it supports our inclination toward hatred, cruelty, ambition.

We do not know where death awaits us: so let us wait for it everywhere. To practice death is to practice freedom. A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.

And truly Philosophy is but sophisticated poetry. Whence do those ancient writers derive all their authority but from the poets?

All general judgments are loose and imperfect

Nature should have been pleased to have made this age miserable, without making it also ridiculous.