All is a miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of stars, the activity of light, the life of all animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles.

There is a pleasure in not being pleased.

Happiness is a good that nature sells us.

The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.

If there’s life on other planets, then the earth is the Universe’s insane asylum.

I am very fond of truth, but not at all of martyrdom.

History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.