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

Where violence reigns, reason is weak.

Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.

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.

We gild our medicines with sweets; why not clothe truth and morals in peasant garments as well?

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

Almost the whole of history is but a sequence of horrors.