Feeble verses are those which sin not against rules, but against genius.

You write your name in the snow Yet say nothing.

To the wicked, everything serves as pretext.

When he who hears does not know what he who speaks means, and when he who speaks does not know what he himself means, that is philosophy.

Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.

The harmony of a concert, to which you listen with delight, must have on certain classes of minute animals the effect of terrible thunder; perhaps it kills them.

We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.