The fears of old age disturb us, yet how few attain it?

There are only two ways by which to rise in this world, either by one's own industry or by the stupidity of others.

It is the glory and merit of some men to write well and of others not to write at all.

If this life is unhappy, it is a burden to us, which it is difficult to bear; if it is in every respect happy, it is dreadful to be deprived of it; so that in either case the result is the same, for we must exist in anxiety and apprehension.

The same vices which are huge and insupportable in others we do not feel in ourselves.

A coxcomb is one whom simpletons believe to be a man of merit.

The first day one is a guest, the second a burden, and the third a pest.