... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the more they attempt to show themselves, the more they are entangled.

there are some people who never acknowledge themselves in the wrong; God help them!

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

the days, and the months, and the years, pass so swiftly, that I can no longer retain them. Time, in its flight, hurries me away, in spite of myself; in vain I endeavor to stop him, he drags me along: the thought of this alarms me.

Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone.

The world has no long injustices.

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