Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.
If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.
One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.
All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.
I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.