Some of the most famous books are the least worth reading. Their fame was due to their having done something that needed to be doing in their day. The work is done and the virtue of the book has expired.

Long is the road from conception to completion.

We are easily duped by those we love.

There's nothing quite like tobacco: it's the passion of decent folk, and whoever lives without tobacco doesn't deserve to live.

Reasoning is the pastime of my whole household, and all this reasoning has driven out Reason.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.