Truth is a fruit that can only be picked when it is very ripe.
The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by Infinity is to contemplate the extent of human stupidity.
This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity
In every province, the chief occupations, in order of importance, are lovemaking, malicious gossip, and talking nonsense.
To really enjoy pleasures, you must know how to leave them.
Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so, too.