The world has no long injustices.

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.

The world has no long injustices.

We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.

I pity those who have no taste for reading.

Fortune is always on the side of the largest battalions.

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