Wine is the divine juice of September.

Liberty of thought is the life of the soul.

Hope should no more be a virtue than fear; we fear and we hope, according to what is promised or threatened us.

The supposed right of intolerance is absurd and barbaric. It is the right of the tiger; nay, it is far worse, for tigers do but tear in order to have food, while we rend each other for paragraphs.

The passions are the winds which fill the sails of the vessel; they sink it at times, but without them it would be impossible to make way.

Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.

The secret of being a bore... is to tell everything.