Voltaire

Perfection is attained by slow degrees it requires the hand of time…

Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass…

The art of government is to make two-thirds of a nation pay all it…

To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth…

Men hate the individual whom they call avaricious only because nothing can be gained from…

The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease…

Is there anyone so wise as to learn by the experience of others…

When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion…

He who is not just is severe, he who is not wise is sad…

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults…