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

... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the more they attempt to show themselves, the more they are entangled.

The heart has no wrinkles.

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

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

Death makes us all equal.

There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone.