Hunger is the mother of impatience and anger.

Laugh as loud as you please at your companion's wit; do not even smile at his folly.

Many species of wit are quite mechanical; these are the favorites of witlings, whose fame in words scarce outlives the remembrance of their funeral ceremonies.

Who conquers indolence conquers all other hereditary sins.

Sloth is the torpidity of the mental faculties; the sluggard is a living insensible.

That happy state of mind, so rarely possessed, in which we can say, "I have enough," is the highest attainment of philosophy.

One ought to love society, if he wishes to enjoy solitude. It is a social nature that solitude works upon with the most various power. If one is misanthropic, and betakes himself to loneliness that he may get away from hateful things, solitude is a silent emptiness to him.