[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

Parents are the last people on earth who ought to have children.

Half the vices which the world condemns most loudly have seeds of good in them and require moderate use rather than total abstinence.

For truth is precious and divine, too rich a pearl for carnal swine.

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

And so there is no God but has been in the loins of past gods.