Man does not strive for happiness; only the Englishman does that.
Sleep is no mean art.
Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.
When the gratitude that many owe to one discards all modesty, then there is fame.
Our body is simply a social structure made of many souls.
Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness.