The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.

Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.

Life is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels.

Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.

Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.

If I meet the Christian Deity, I am lost: He is a tyrant and as such, is full of ideas of vengeance; His Bible speaks of nothing but fearful punishments. I never loved Him! I could never even believe that anyone did love Him sincerely. He is devoid of pity.... He will punish me in some abominable manner.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.