Whatever evil a man may think of women, there is no woman but thinks more.

Life is a malady in which sleep soothes us every sixteen hours; it is a palliation; death is the remedy.

Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.

His passions make man live, his wisdom merely makes him last.

Many men and women enjoy popular esteem, not because they are known, but because they are not known.

What one knows best is ... what one has learned not from books but as a result of books, through the reflections to which they have given rise.

Contemplation often makes life miserable. We should act more, think less, and stop watching ourselves live.