Nature intends that, at fixed periods, men should succeed each other by the instrumentality of death. We shall never outwit Nature; we shall die as usual.

I have lived one hundred years; and I die with the consolation of never having thrown the slightest ridicule upon the smallest virtue.

To be happy, one must have a good stomach and a bad heart.

Neatness is a crowning grace of womanhood.

Hardly anyone knows how much is gained by ignoring the future.

It is the passions that do and undo everything.

The Art of Flying is but newly invented, twill improve by degrees, and in time grow perfect; then we may fly as far as the Moon.