God defend me from being an honest man according to the description which every day I see made by each man to his own glorification

Take care that old age does not wrinkle your spirit even more than your face.

The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from Custom.

Fortune, to show us her power in all things, and to abate our presumption, seeing she could not make fools wise, has made them fortunate.

If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.

Intoxication is calculated to put heart into the elderly and give them delight in dancing.

Custom is a violent and treacherous school mistress. She, by little and lithe, slyly and unperceived, slips in the foot of her authority; but having by this gentle and humble beginning, with the benefit of time, fixed and established it, she then unmasks a furious and tyrannic countenance, against which we have no more the courage or the power so much as to lift up our eyes.