Vices are often habits rather than passions.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.
A fool may have his coat embroidered with gold, but it is a fool's coat still.
If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.
There is even the dignity of vice.