The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.
Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.
No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.
In life we shall find many men that are great, and some that are good, but very few men that are both great and good.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship-never.
Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.
It is an easy and vulgar thing to please the mob, and no very arduous task to astonish them.
To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who seek it: the pains of power are real, its pleasures imaginary.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
It is only when the rich are sick that they fully feel the impotence of wealth.
Our incomes are like our shoes; if too small, they gall and pinch us; but if too large, they cause us to stumble and to trip.