Perfect is the enemy of good.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts.
The mirror is a worthless invention. The only way to truly see yourself is in the reflection of someone else's eyes.
If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?
Monsieur l'abbé, I detest what you write, but I would give my life to make it possible for you to continue to write.