Nothing in the world is so rare as a person one can always put up with.

The end of pain we take as happiness.

Man is doomed either squander his youth, which is the only time he has to store provisions for the coming years and provide for his own well-being, or to spend his youth procuring pleasures in advance for that time of life when he will be too old to enjoy them.

Real misanthropes are not found in solitude, but in the world; since it is experience of life, and not philosophy, which produces real hatred of mankind.

Men do not so much hate an evil-doer, or evil itself, as they hate the man who calls evil by its real name.

We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.

Old age is the supreme evil, for it deprives man of all pleasures while allowing his appetites to remain, and it brings with it every possible sorrow. Yet men fear death and desire old age.