"The best of prophets of the future is the past."
"I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song."
"Opinions are made to be changed—or how is truth to be got at?"
"Damn description, it is always disgusting."
"Who then will explain the explanation?"
"All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin."
"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."
"Damn description, it is always disgusting."
"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."
"I'll publish right or wrong. Fools are my theme, let satire be my song."
"Who then will explain the explanation?"
"All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin."
"Opinions are made to be changed—or how is truth to be got at?"
"The best of prophets of the future is the past."