You write your name in the snow Yet say nothing.

The man who, in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

A physician is one who pours drugs of which he knows little into a body of which he knows less.

Every sensible man, every honest man, must hold the Christian sect in horror. But what shall we substitute in its place? you say. What? A ferocious animal has sucked the blood of my relatives. I tell you to rid yourselves of this beast, and you ask me what you shall put in its place ?

Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.

It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity; and it's a pretty odd sort of chastity at that, which leads men straight into the sin of Onan, and girls to the waning of their color.