Everything here is too far to walk - or too muddy; for the dirt in Paris is beyond all description. - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

I must give you a piece of intelligence that you perhaps already know — namely, that the ungodly arch-villain Voltaire has died miserably like a dog — just like a brute. That is his reward!

Our arses should be signs of peace!

When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer — -say traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep — -it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best, and most abundantly. Whence and how they come, I know not, nor can I force them.