The enjoyments of this life are not equal to its evils.

Man naturally yearns for novelty.

In wine, there's truth.

Nature makes us buy her presents at the price of so many sufferings that it is doubtful whether she deserves most the name of parent or stepmother.

No book so bad but some part may be of use.

As for the garden of mint, the very smell of it alone recovers and refreshes our spirits, as the taste stirs up our appetite for meat.

Chance is a second master.