For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.

I Can Be Expected To Look For Truth But Not To Find It.

Wandering In A Vast Forest At Night, I Have Only A Faint Light To Guide Me. A Stranger Appears And Says To Me: 'my Friend, You Should Blow Out Your Candle In Order To Find Your Way More Clearly.' This Stranger Is A Theologian.

We Swallow Greedily Any Lie That Flatters Us, But We Sip Only Little By Little At A Truth We Find Bitter.

Only Passions, Great Passions, Can Elevate The Soul To Great Things.

We Are Far More Liable To Catch The Vices Than The Virtues Of Our Associates.