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.

Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.

It is the fine rain that soaks us through.

good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions.

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things

winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself.

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