It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.

Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame.

I pity those who have no taste for reading.

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

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

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

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