Society would be a charming affair if we were only interested in one another.

Chance is a nickname for Providence.

It is with happiness as with watches: the less complicated, the less easily deranged.

We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.

Thought consoles us for all, and heals all. If at times it does you ill, ask it for the remedy for that ill and it will give it to you.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

All that I've learned, I've forgotten. The little that I still know, I've guessed.