Writing does not cause misery. It is born of misery.

Laws gain their authority from actual possession and custom: it is perilous to go back to their origins; laws, like our rivers, get greater and nobler as they roll along: follow them back upstream to their sources and all you find is a tiny spring, hardly recognizable; as time goes by it swells with pride and grows in strength.

It is only certain that there is nothing certain, and that nothing is more miserable or more proud than man.

Why do people respect the package rather than the man?

Women when they marry buy a cat in the bag.

Hath God obliged himself not to exceed the bounds of our knowledge?

I never met a man who thought his thinking was faulty.