There Is No Such Thing As Destiny.

I Have Always Had Such Sincere Love For Truth, That I Have Often Begun By Telling Stories For The Purpose Of Getting Truth To Enter The Heads Of Those Who Could Not Appreciate Its Charms.

The Raging Fire Which Urged Us On Was Scorching Us; It Would Have Burned Us Had We Failed To Restrain It.

I Saw That Everything Famous And Beautiful In The World, If We Judge By The Descriptions And Drawings Of Writers And Artists, Always Loses When We Go To See It And Examine It Closely.

When You Fool A Fool You Strike A Blow For Intelligence.

I Often Had No Scruples About Deceiving Nitwits And Scoundrels And Fools When I Found It Necessary. ...we Avenge Intelligence When We Deceive A Fool, And... Deceiving A Fool Is An Exploit Worthy Of An Intelligent Man. What Has Infused My Very Blood With An Unconquerable Hatred Of The Whole Tribe Of Fools From The Day Of My Birth Is That I Become A Fool Myself When I Am In Their Company.