I Discuss With Myself Questions Of Politics,

There Is Not A Musselman Alive Who Would Not Imagine That He Was Performing An Action Pleasing To God And His Holy Prophet By Exterminating Every Christian On Earth, While The Christians Are Scarcely More Tolerant On Their Side.

Which Is The Greater Merit, To Enlighten The Human Race, Which Remains Forever, Or To Save One's Fatherland, Which Is Perishable?

Posterity For The Philosopher Is What The Other World Is For The Religious Man.

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.

If The Weather Is Too Cold Or Rainy, I Take Shelter In The Regence Cafe, Where I Entertain Myself By Watching Chess Being Played. Paris Is The World Center, And This Cafe Is The Paris Centre For The Finest Skill At This Game.