Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

We own almost all our knowledge not to those who have agreed but to those who have differed.

There is this difference between happiness and wisdom; he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but he that thinks himself the wisest, is generally the greatest fool.

Doubt is the vestibule through which all must pass before they can enter into the temple of wisdom.

Imitation is the highest form of flattery.

The more gross the fraud the more glibly will it go down, and the more greedily be swallowed, since folly will always find faith where impostors will find imprudence.

The victims of ennui paralyze all the grosser feelings by excess, and torpify all the finer by disuse and inactivity. Disgusted with this world, and indifferent about another, they at last lay violent hands upon themselves, and assume no small credit for the sang froid with which they meet death. But, alas! such beings can scarcely be said to die, for they have never truly lived.