Prudent people are very happy; 'tis an exceeding fine thing, that's certain, but I was born without it, and shall retain to my day of Death the Humour of saying what I think.

Nature is seldom in the wrong, custom always.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

... if it were the fashion to go naked, the face would be hardly observed.

Nature is indeed a specious ward, nay, there is a great deal in it if it is properly understood and applied, but I cannot bear to hear people using it to justify what common sense must disavow. Is not Nature modifed by art in many things? Was it not designed to be so? And is it not happy for human society that it is so? Would you like to see your husband let his beard grow, until he would be obliged to put the end of it in his pocket, because this beard is the gift of Nature?

We should ask, not who is the most learned, but who is the best learned.

people never write calmly but when they write indifferently.