Without the blessing of cowardice, the world would long since have been torn to bits.

Treat unhappiness as a defect and fewer would embrace it.

The life of pleasure breeds boredom. The life of duty breeds resentment.

Romantics consider common sense vulgar.

Hope, and hopelessness, persist despite the facts.

I am invigorated by work, wasted by pleasure.

Scholarship can find little to say about the obvious.