Life is a malady in which sleep soothes us every sixteen hours; it is a palliation; death is the remedy.

Whatever evil a man may think of women, there is no woman but thinks more.

It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.

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.

I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.

Wicked people sometimes perform good actions. I suppose they wish to see if this gives as great a feeling of pleasure as the virtuous claim for it.

Intelligent people make many mistakes because they cannot believe the world is really as foolish as it is.