If we are incapable of finding peace in ourselves, it is pointless to search elsewhere.

Raillery is more insupportable than wrong; because we have a right to resent injuries, but are ridiculous in being angry at a jest.

Pity is a sense of our own misfortunes in those of another man; it is a sort of foresight of the disasters which may befall ourselves. We assist others,, in order that they may assist us on like occasions; so that the services we offer to the unfortunate are in reality so many anticipated kindnesses to ourselves.

It is a wearisome disease to preserve health by too strict a regimen.

Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.

Moderation is like sobriety: you would like to have some more, but are afraid of making yourself ill.

The passions of youth are not more dangerous to health than is the lukewarmness of old age.