Where violence reigns, reason is weak.

Philosophy, like medicine, has plenty of drugs, few good remedies, and hardly any specific cures.

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

Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.

It is among uneducated women that we may look for the most confirmed gossips. Goethe tells us there is nothing more frightful than bustling ignorance.

A man is not necessarily intelligent because he has plenty of ideas, any more than he is a good general because he has plenty of soldiers.

Vivre est un maladie dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les 16 heures. C'est un pallatif. La mort est le remede.