The deity on purpose [sings] the liveliest of all lyrics through the most miserable poet.

No man should be angry with what is true.

Love is a serious mental disease.

He who can properly define and divide is to be considered a god.

All things will be produced in superior quantity and quality, and with greater ease, when each man works at a single occupation, in accordance with his natural gifts, and at the right moment, without meddling with anything else.

As there are misanthropists or haters of men, so also are there misologists, or haters of ideas.

I was stupid enough to think that we ought to speak the truth about each person eulogised, and to make this the foundation, and from these truths to choose the most beautiful things and arrange them in the most elegant way; and I was quite proud to think how well I should speak, because I believed that I knew the truth.