Let us a little permit nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.

There is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret things, and more books upon books than upon any other subject; we do nothing but comment upon one another. Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

Obstinacy and heat in argument are surest proofs of folly. Is there anything so stubborn, obstinate, disdainful, contemplative, grave, or serious, as an ass?

Women when they marry buy a cat in the bag.

To smell, though well, is to stink.

Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?