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

Racine will pass away like the taste for coffee.

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

The heart has no wrinkles.

We must always live in hope; without that consolation there would be no living.

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.

Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.