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.

I dislike clocks with second-hands; they cut up life into too small pieces.

Death makes us all equal.

Friendships take work. Use disagreements as opportunity to come out better on the other side

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.

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

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