The essence of a man is found in his faults.
The family spirit has rendered man carnivorous.
Youth doesn’t reason, it acts. The old man reasons and would like to make the others act in his place.
Men have always need of god! A god to defend them against other men.
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.
A new gadget that lasts only five minutes is worth more than an immortal work that bores everyone.
Pain has its reasons, pleasure is totally indifferent.
My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery.
The world is divided into two categories: failures and unknowns.
Knowledge is ancient error reflecting on its youth.
Only useless things are indispensable.
Let us never forget that the greatest man is never more than an animal disguised as a god.
God invented concubinage, satan marriage.
My arse contemplates those who talk behind my back.