matrimony is a very dangerous disorder; I had rather drink.

Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with!

We are never satisfied with having done well; and in endeavoring to do better, we do much worse.

If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.

the days, and the months, and the years, pass so swiftly, that I can no longer retain them. Time, in its flight, hurries me away, in spite of myself; in vain I endeavor to stop him, he drags me along: the thought of this alarms me.

Death makes us all equal.

[After being corrected by a grammarian for using the feminine pronoun instead of the pseudogeneric masculine:] As you please, but for my part, if I were to express myself so, I should fancy I had a beard.