I serve your Beaune to my friends, but your Volnay I keep for myself.

Man is not born wicked; he becomes so, as he becomes sick.

Society therefore is an ancient as the world.

What is faith? Is it to believe that which is evident? No. It is perfectly evident to my mind that there exists a necessary, eternal, supreme, and intelligent being. This is no matter of faith, but of reason.

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

In every author let us distinguish the man from his works.

He who doesn't have the spirit of his time, has all its misery.