I pity those who have no taste for reading.

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

The world has no long injustices.

We are always on the side of those who speak last.

I fear nothing so much as a man who is witty all day long.

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

When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice.