He who thinks himself wise, O heavens! is a great fool.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
The instinct of a man is to pursue everything that flies from him, and to fly from all that pursue him.
The man who, in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.
Antiquity is full of the praises of another antiquity still more remote.
It is not enough to be exceptionally mad, licentious and fanatical in order to win a great reputation; it is still necessary to arrive on the scene at the right time.