The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.
"I was not alone when I was in Goofy hell"
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.
Happiness is a quality of the soul...not a function of one's material circumstances.
Life is full of chances and changes, and the most prosperous of men may in the evening of his days meet with great misfortunes.
It is evident that the state is a creation of nature, and that man is by nature a political animal.