Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.
[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.
The sinews of art and literature, like those of war, are money.
Morality is the custom of one's country and the current feeling of one's peers.
The voice of the Lord is the voice of common sense, which is shared by all that is.
Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.