“In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.”

The perverted ingenuity of man has given to water the power of intoxicating where wine is not procured. Western nations intoxicate themselves by moistened grain.

Nature makes us buy her presents at the price of so many sufferings that it is doubtful whether she deserves most the name of parent or stepmother.

Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.

The enjoyments of this life are not equal to its evils.

In comparing various authors with one another, I have discovered that some of the gravest and latest writers have transcribed, word for word, from former works, without making acknowledgment.

Wine refreshes the stomach, sharpens the appetite, blunts care and sadness, and conduces to slumber.

Example is the softest and least invidious way of commanding.

This only is certain, that there is nothing certain.

….shellfish are the prime cause of the decline of morals and the adaptation of an extravagant lifestyle.

But with man, — by Hercules! most of his misfortunes are occasioned by man.

Indeed, what is there that does not appear marvelous when it comes to our knowledge for the first time? How many things, too, are looked up on as quite impossible until they have been actually effected?

Many dishes bring many diseases.

Chance is a second master.

The brain is the citadel of sense perception.

Men are most apt to believe what they least understand; and through the lust of human wit obscure things are more easily credited.

Human nature craves novelty.