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

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

. . .the most astonishing, the most surprising, the most marvelous, the most miraculous. . . the greatest, the least, the rarest, the most common, the most public, the most private till today. . . I cannot bring myself to tell you: guess what it is.

If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.

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!

It is freezing fit to split a stone.