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.

The more he became truly wise, the more he distrusted everything he knew.

Do you think... that men have always massacred each other, as they do today? Have they always been liars, cheats, traitors, brigands, weak, flighty, cowardly, envious, gluttonous, drunken, grasping, and vicious, bloody, backbiting, debauched, fanatical, hypocritical, and silly?

The way to become boring is to say everything.

History is the study of the world's crime

He who has not the spirit of this age, has all the misery of it.

Ice-cream is exquisite - what a pity it isn't illegal.