Voltaire

History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.

Injustice in the end produces independence.

If God created us in his own image, we have more than reciprocated.

I hate women because they always know where things are.

Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.

Tyrants have always some slight shade of virtue; they support the laws before destroying them.

More than once I had seen a noble who had gotten his enemy at a disadvantage stop to pray before cutting his throat.

Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?

Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

During my life, I have had a few nightmares which happened to me while I was wide awake.

All those moments are alive in us today. We may not visit them anymore, very often, but we carry them in our DNA, our blood, our bones; informing the breadth and beauty of who we now are; our lesson to be lived.

Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.

We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see.

The measure of a great leader, is their success in bringing everyone around to their opinion twenty years later.

When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed.

An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.

Gazing to the south, from the eastern peak, the moon appears through the raindrops.

Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.

Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.

It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.

It is the privilege of any human work which is well done to invest the doer with a certain haughtiness. He can well afford not to conciliate, whose faithful work will answer for him.