Thicken your religion a little. It is evaporating altogether by being subtilized.

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

Racine will pass away like the taste for coffee.

When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice.

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

The heart has no wrinkles.

winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself.