Lazy people are always anxious to be doing something.

Prosperity makes some friends and many enemies.

The greatest evil that fortune can bring to men is to endow them with feeble resources and yet to make them ambitious.

You can purchase the mind of Pascal for a crown. Pleasures even cheaper are sold to those who give themselves up to them. It is only luxuries and objects of caprice that are rare and difficult to obtain; unfortunately they are the only things that touch the curiosity and taste of ordinary men.

Is it against justice or reason to love ourselves? And why is self-love always a vice?

Lazy people are always anxious to be doing something.

Men sometimes feel injured by praise because it assigns a limit to their merit; few people are modest enough not to take offense that one appreciates them.