“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.”

When a man is in love, jealous, and just whipped by the Inquisition, he is no longer himself.

The more a man knows, the less he talks.

God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.

Man is free at the instant he wants to be.

The comfort of the rich depends upon an abundant supply of the poor

I loved him as we always love for the first time; with idolatry and wild passion.

The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.

Perfect is the enemy of good.

It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.

Prejudices are what fools use for reason.

Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.

May God defend me from my friends: I can defend myself from my enemies.

Think for yourself and let others enjoy the privilege of doing so too.

Sensual pleasure passes and vanishes, but the friendship between us, the mutual confidence, the delight of the heart, the enchantment of the soul, these things do not perish and can never be destroyed.

To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.

Our labour preserves us from three great evils – weariness, vice, and want.