There are two things that one must get used to or one will find life unendurable: the damages of time and injustices of men.

The threat of a neglected cold is for doctors what the threat of purgatory is for priests-a gold mine.

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

If you must love your neighbor as yourself, it is at least as fair to love yourself as your neighbor.

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

Someone described Providence as the baptismal name of chance; no doubt some pious person will retort that chance is the nickname of Providence.

Chance is a nickname for Providence.