He was my equal in beauty, a paragon of grace and charm, sparkling with wit, and burning with love. I adored him to distraction, to the point of idolatry: I loved him as one can never love twice.
VoltaireEvery abuse ought to be reformed, unless the reform is more dangerous than the abuse itself.
VoltaireThought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.
Voltaire