It is sometimes best to slip over thoughts and not go to the bottom of them.

We must always live in hope; without that consolation there would be no living.

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.

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things

It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.

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

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