For seventeen hundred years the Christian sect has done nothing but harm.
Nothing could be smarter, more splendid, more brilliant, better drawn up than two armies. Trumpets, fifes, hautboys, drums, cannons, formed a harmony such as never been heard in hell.
We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know.
We are astonished at thought, but sensation is equally wonderful.
The world embarrasses me, and I cannot dream that this watch exists and has no watchmaker.
Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others?