Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

Make me chaste and To what excesses will men not go for the sake of a religion in which they believe so little and which they practice so imperfectly!

Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

Jesting is often only indigence of intellect.

A man's worth is estimated in this world according to his conduct.

A man starts upon a sudden, takes Pen, Ink, and Paper, and without ever having had a thought of it before, resolves within himself he will write a Book; he has no Talent at Writing, but he wants fifty Guineas.

Born merely for the purpose of digestion.