Wine is the divine juice of September.
One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.
History is the recital of facts represented as true. Fable, on the other hand, is the recital of facts represented as fiction.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
When he who hears does not know what he who speaks means, and when he who speaks does not know what he himself means, that is philosophy.
Optimism," said Cacambo, "What is that?" "Alas!" replied Candide, "It is the obstinacy of maintaining that everything is best when it is worst.