This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

It is the characteristic of the most stringent censorships that they give credibility to the opinions they attack.

History in general is a collection of crimes, follies, and misfortunes among which we have now and then met with a few virtues, and some happy times.

If we would destroy the Christian religion, we must first of all destroy man's belief in the Bible.

If mankind were born tomorrow it would divide into groups; each would scramble to invent their one and only god, and set about butchering each-other.

Wine is the divine juice of September.