Cowardice Is The Mother Of Cruelty.

I Would Have Every Man Write What He Knows And No More.

I Enter Into Discussion And Argument With Great Freedom And Ease, Inasmuch As Opinion Finds Me In A Bad Soil To Penetrate And Take Deep Root In. No Propositions Astonish Me, No Belief Offends Me, Whatever Contrast It Offers To My Own. There Is No Fancy So Frivolous And So Extravagant That It Does Not Seem To Me Quite Suitable To The Production Of The Human Mind.

The Day Of Your Birth Leads You To Death As Well As To Life.

Vexations May Be Petty, But They Are Vexations Still.

All The World Knows Me In My Book, And My Book In Me.