It is freezing fit to split a stone.

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.

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

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

Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.

The desire to be singular and to astonish by ways out of the common seems to me to be the source of many virtues.

I dislike clocks with second-hands; they cut up life into too small pieces.