It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

Racine will pass away like the taste for coffee.

The world has no long injustices.

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

[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.

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone.