He who disguises tyranny, protection, or even benefits under the air and name of friendship reminds me of the guilty priest who poisoned the sacramental bread.

It is with happiness as with watches: the less complicated, the less easily deranged.

Most books today seemed to have been written overnight from books read the day before.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

Egotism is the tongue of vanity.

Men of reason have endured;men of passion have lived.

Were a man to consult only his reason, who would marry? For myself, I wouldn't marry, for fear of having a son who resembled me.