Vices are often habits rather than passions.
That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.
The world is governed by love,--self-love.
It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.
Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.
It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.