There Is A Period In Life When

The Opportunity Of Making Happy Is More Scarce Than We Imagine; The Punishment Of Missing It Is, Never To Meet With It Again; And The Use We Make Of It Leaves Us An Eternal Sentiment Of Satisfaction Or Repentance.

Men Speak From Knowledge, Women From Imagination.

If There Wasn't A God We Would Have To Invent One To Keep People Sane.

The Taste For Splendor Is Hardly Ever Combined In The Same Souls With The Taste For The Honorable.

For, As I Think I Have Said, I Can Only Meditate When I Am Walking. When I Stop I Cease To Think; My Mind Only Works With My Legs.