History is nothing but a pack of tricks that we play upon the dead.
Shakespeare is a drunken savage with some imagination whose plays please only in London and Canada.
The monster, fanaticism, still exists, and whoever seeks after truth will run the risk of being persecuted.
The road to the heart is the ear
Those who can be made to believe absurdities can be made to commit atrocities.
Present opportunities are not to be neglected; they rarely visit us twice.