The Pope is an idol whose hands are tied and whose feet are kissed.
Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.
My life's dream has been a perpetual nightmare.
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him.
The interest I have to believe a thing is no proof that such a thing exists.
Indolence is sweet, and its consequences bitter.