Pleasantry is never good on serious points, because it always regards subjects in that point of view in which it is not the purpose to consider them.
Writing is the painting of the voice.
There are men who can think no deeper than a fact.
This agglomeration which was called and which still calls itself the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire.
Everything can be borne except contempt.
All the persecutors declare against each other mortal war, while the philosopher, oppressed by them all, contents himself with pitying them.