All that time is lost which might be better employed.

She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

Inopportune consolations increase a deep sorrow.

Many men, seemingly impelled by fortune, hasten forward to meet misfortune half way.

I undertake the same project as Montaigne, but with an aim contrary to his own: for he wrote his Essays only for others, and I write my reveries only for myself.

Interest is the spur of the people, but glory that of great souls.