For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

The Best Mannered People Make The Most Absurd Lovers.

If A Misplaced Admiration Shows Imbecility, An Affected Criticism Shows Vice Of Character. Expose Thyself Rather To Appear A Beast Than False.

It Seems To Me That If One Had Kept Silence Up To Now Regarding Religion, People Would Still Be Submerged In The Most Grotesque And Dangerous Superstition ... Regarding Government, We Would Still Be Groaning Under The Bonds Of Feudal Government ... Regarding Morals, We Would Still Be Having To Learn What Is Virtue And What Is Vice. To Forbid All These Discussions, The Only Ones Worthy Of Occupying A Good Mind, Is To Perpetuate The Reign Of Ignorance And Barbarism.

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.