To philosophize is to doubt.

Vexations may be petty, but they are vexations still.

A man must live in the world and make the best of it, such as it is.

Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.

Others form man; I tell of him, and portray a particular one, very ill-formed, whom I should really make very different from whathe is if I had to fashion him over again. But now it is done.

Man is quite insane. He wouldn?t know how to create a maggot, and he creates Gods by the dozen.

Indeed, there is no such thing as an altogether ugly woman — or altogether beautiful.