It is not always sorrow that opens the fountains of the eyes.

There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone.

There is nothing so lovely as to be beautiful. Beauty is a gift of God and we should cherish it as such.

Were it not for the amusement of our books, we should be moped to death for want of occupation. It rains incessantly. ... we tickle ourselves in order to laugh; to so low an ebb are we reduced.

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

I pity those who have no taste for reading.

long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in: but Providence in kindness to us causes us to forget it. It is much the same with lying-in women. Heaven permits this forgetfulness that the world may be peopled, and that folks may take journeys to Provence.