Restraint is the golden rule of enjoyment.
Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.
There is no denying that there are 'royal roads' through existence for the upper classes; for them, at least, the highways are macadamized, swept, and watered.
Knowledge is much like dust - it sticks to one, one does not know how.
All beginnings are very troublesome things.
Social life is filled with doubts and vain aspirings; solitude, when the imagination is dethroned, is turned to weariness and ennui.