Now, now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies." (Voltaire on his deathbed in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan.)
My life is a struggle.
God created sex. Priests created marriage.
History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.
Providence has given us hope and sleep as a compensation for the many cares of life.
I have seen men incapable of the sciences, but never any incapable of virtue.