I shall be like that tree-I shall die at the top.
There is no vice which mankind carries to such wild extremes as that of avarice.
All fits of pleasure are balanced by an equal degree of pain or languor; it is like spending this year part of the next year's revenue.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.