Sin is geographical.

All that alcohol does for them is to liberate the sense of sin, which reason suppresses in saner moments.

Liberation from the tyranny of the body contributes to greatness, but just as much to greatness in sin as to greatness in virtue.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.

No one gossips about other people's secret virtues.

Ethics is in origin the art of recommending to others the sacrifices required for cooperation with oneself.