But for what purpose was the earth formed?" asked Candide. "To drive us mad," replied Martin.

The question of good and evil remains in irremediable chaos for those who seek to fathom it in reality. It is mere mental sport to the disputants, who are captives that play with their chains.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

All is but illusion and disaster.

One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.

Thought depends absolutely on the stomach, but in spite of that, those who have the best stomachs are not the best thinkers.

We are obliged to place ourselves on the level of our age before we can rise above it.