My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.

Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.

The noble style immobilizes its subjects.

Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.

Austerity causes constipation; excess, diarrhea.

Old among the young, poor among the rich, I adopt an air of indefinable superiority.

Progress may feel more like loss than gain.