Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die. |
say, "Believe as I do, or I shall assassinate you |
Self-love is the instrument of our preservation. |
Shun idleness is the rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals. |
Since the whole affair had become one of religion, the vanquished were of course exterminated |
Slavery is also as ancient as war, and was as human nature. |
Smart tyrants retire rich |
Society therefore is an ancient as the world. |
Some will shine in the second rank who are lost in the first |
Someone has said that the first soothsayer, the first prophet, was the first rascal who encountered a fool |
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy: the mad daughter of a wise mother |
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy: the mad daughter of a wise mother |
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy: the mad daughter of a wise mother |
Superstition sets the whole world in flames; philosophy quenches them |
Superstitious man is to the rogue what the slave is to the tyrant |