Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel.

Such is the feebleness of humanity, such is its perversity, that doubtless it is better for it to be subject to all possible superstitions, as long as they are not murderous, than to live without religion.

An almost infallible means of saving yourself from the desire of self-destruction is always to have something to do.

Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike, they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them, their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies, their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills.

Crush the infamous thing!

Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively.

No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.