True felicity consists of its own consciousness.

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.

If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.

Cats don't caress us-they caress themselves on us.

It is not he who searches for praise who finds it.

The methods that help a man acquire a fortune are the very ones that keep him from enjoying it.

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.