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

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

Religious people spend so much time with their confessors because they like to talk about themselves.

Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone.

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

Faith creates the virtues in which it believes.

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.