No age seemed the age of romance to itself.

Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect!

Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.

Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows.

Speech is great, but silence is greater.

The highest ensign that men ever met and embraced under, the Cross itself, had no meaning save an accidental extrinsic one.