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

There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

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

The world has no long injustices.

long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in: but Providence in kindness to us causes us to forget it. It is much the same with lying-in women. Heaven permits this forgetfulness that the world may be peopled, and that folks may take journeys to Provence.

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

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.