There is no conversation more boring than the one where everybody agrees.

How many things were articles of faith to us yesterday that are fables to us today?

Glory and curiosity are the scourges of the soul; the last prompts us to thrust our noses into everything, the other forbids us to leave anything doubtful and undecided.

There is perhaps no more obvious vanity than to write of it so vainly.

I...think it much more supportable to be always alone, than never to be so.

To an atheist all writings tend to atheism: he corrupts the most innocent matter with his own venom.

To obey is the proper office of a rational soul.