I fear nothing so much as a man who is witty all day long.

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

Racine will pass away like the taste for coffee.

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.

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

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

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