Too great carelessness, equally with excess in dress, multiplies the wrinkles of old age, and makes its decay still more conspicuous.
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
A vain man finds his account in speaking good or evil of himself.
The finest pleasure is kindness to others.
Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die.
It is easier to enrich ourselves with a thousand virtues, than to correct ourselves of a single fault.