I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: "O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous." And God granted it.
Quote by Voltaire
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To succeed in the world it is not enough to be stupid, you must also be well-mannered.
Doctors are men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less in human beings of whom they know nothing.
There is a wide difference between speaking to deceive, and being silent to be impenetrable.
Judge of a man by his questions rather than by his answers.
Doubt is not a pleasant condition but certainty is an absurd one.
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him.
I advise you to go on living solely to enrage those who are paying your annuities. It is the only pleasure I have left.
A clergyman is one who feels himself called upon to live without working at the expense of the rascals who work to live.
True greatness consists in the use of a powerful understanding to enlighten oneself and others.
All sects are different, because they come from men morality is everywhere the same, because it comes from God.
Where I come from it was really unheard of to be at a party and someone says, 'What kind of music do you make?', and you say, 'Pop music.' You may as well have 'I'm not cool' stamped on your forehead.
When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.
I believe in God like I believe in the sun, not because I can see it, but because of it all things are seen.
The cause is hidden. The effect is visible to all.
Show me a frigid women and, nine times out of ten, I'll show you a little man.
Class is not a fixed designation in this country. We are an upwardly mobile society with a lot of movement between income groups.
Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.