Men, generally going with the stream, seldom judge for themselves, and purity of taste is almost as rare as talent.

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

We must distinguish between speaking to deceive and being silent to be reserved.

How inexpressible is the meanness of being a hypocrite! how horrible is it to be a mischievous and malignant hypocrite.

I read only to please myself, and enjoy only what suits my taste.

What is madness? To have erroneous perceptions and to reason correctly from them.

History is a pack of lies we play on the dead.