Why do we discover faults so much more readily than perfection.

Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art!

The human heart will never wrinkle

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant.

We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing.

... we ought to be astonished at nothing; for what do we not meet with in our journey through life?