The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.
What is faith? Is it to believe that which is evident? No. It is perfectly evident to my mind that there exists a necessary, eternal, supreme, and intelligent being. This is no matter of faith, but of reason.
Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.
To really enjoy pleasures, you must know how to leave them.
God has punished the knave, and the devil has drowned the rest.
We are going to a new world... and no doubt it is there that everything is for the best; for it must be admitted that one might lament a little over the physical and moral happenings of our own world.