All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.
Imagination is the mightiest despot.
I have been young and am now old, and have not yet known an untruthful man to come to a good end.
He who, to be happy, needs nothing but himself, is happy.
Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.
Gratitude is a soil on which joy thrives.