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

I do not like to employ secretaries that have more wit than myself. I am afraid to make them write all my nonsense.

Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.

Were it not for the amusement of our books, we should be moped to death for want of occupation. It rains incessantly. ... we tickle ourselves in order to laugh; to so low an ebb are we reduced.

Religious people spend so much time with their confessors because they like to talk about themselves.

It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant.

It is freezing fit to split a stone.