There is nothing more shocking than to see assertion and approval dashing ahead of cognition and perception.

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.

The foolishness of old age does not characterize all who are old, but only the foolish.

Hatred is inveterate anger.

Thus nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship.

Vicious habits are so odious and degrading that they transform the individual who practices them into an incarnate demon.

Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.