Envy and hatred go together. Mutually strengthened by the fact pursue the same object.

Days, months, years fly away, and irrecoverably sink in the abyss of time.

The spendthrift robs his heirs the miser robs himself.

There are certain things in which mediocrity is intolerable: poetry, music, painting, public eloquence. What torture it is to hear a frigid speech being pompously declaimed, or second-rate verse spoken with all a bad poet's bombast!

Everything has been said, and we have come too late, now that men have been living and thinking for seven thousand years and more.

If you wish to be held in esteem, you must ssociate only with those who estimable.

This great misfortune, to be incapable of solitude.