The contact of two epidermises.

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

The philosopher who would fain extinguish his passions resembles the chemist who would like to let his furnace go out.

Be my brother or I will kill you.

It's a question of prudence. Nobody has a high opinion of fishwives but who would dare offend them while walking through the fish market.

Anyone whose needs are small seems threatening to the rich, because he's always ready to escape their control.

Change of fashion is the tax levied by the industry of the poor on the vanity of the rich.