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

The prudent man does himself good; the virtuous one does it to other men.

I am very fond of truth, but not at all of martyrdom.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Needless to say since Christ's expiation not one single Christian has been known to sin, or die.

All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.

Men appear to prefer ruining one another's fortunes, and cutting each other's throats about a few paltry villages, to extending the grand means of human happiness.