If you lose your soul, there is a danger of its being destroyed. Therefore, you may not love it, since you do not want it to be destroyed. But in not wanting it to be destroyed, you love it.

A thing is not necessarily true because badly uttered, nor false because spoken magnificently.

Between urine and filth we are born.

Heretics think false things about God and call it their faith.

We are certainly in a common class with the beasts; every action of animal life is concerned with seeking bodily pleasure and avoiding pain.

Custom is second nature.

O Master, make me chaste, but not yet!