Antiquity is full of eulogies of another more remote antiquity.

It is noble to write as one thinks; this is the privilege of humanity.

Fear follows crime and is its punishment.

It is man's faith to live either on agonies of fear and turmoil or in the prostration of boredom.

All comes out even at the end of the day$$$ and all comes out still more even when all the days are over.

But in this country it is necessary$$$ now and then$$$ to put one admiral to death in order to inspire the others to fight.

I detest what you write$$$ but I would give my life to make it possible for you to continue to write.

To a toad$$$ what is beauty? A female with pop eyes$$$ a wide mouth$$$ yellow belly$$$ and a spotted back.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it$$$ but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Everything's fine today$$$ that is our illusion.