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.

Where there is friendship, there is our natural soil.

I never approved either the errors of his book, or the trivial truths he so vigorously laid down. I have, however, stoutly taken his side when absurd men have condemned him for these same truths.

Men argue. Nature acts.

Meslier was the most singular phenomenon ever seen among all the meteors fatal to the Christian religion.

All is but illusion and disaster.

One of the chief misfortunes of honest people is that they are cowardly.