Where One Despises, One Cannot Wage War.

A Little Health Now And Again Is The Ailing Person's Best Remedy.

In Certain Pious People I Have Found A Hatred Of Reason, And Have Been Favourably Disposed To Them For It: Their Bad Intellectual Conscience Was At Least Exposed By That!

There Is Not Sufficient Religion In The World Merely To Put An End To The Number Of Religions.

Look Not Into The Sun! Even The Moon Is Too Bright For Your Nocturnal Eyes!

There Did He Sit Shrivelled In His Chimney Corner, Fretting On Account Of His Weak Legs, World Weary, Will Weary, And One Day He Suffocated Through His Excessive Pity.