Intelligent people make many mistakes because they cannot believe the world is really as foolish as it is.

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

Women see faults much more readily in each other than they can discover perfections.

Chance is a nickname for Providence.

We leave unmolested those who set the fire to the house, and prosecute those who sound the alarm.

Obscurity and Innocence, twin sisters, escape temptations which would pierce their gossamer armor, in contact with the world.

Man may aspire to virtue, but he cannot reasonably aspire to truth.