Work saves us from melancholy. Pleasure exposes us to it.
Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.
My strengths make me contemptuous. My weaknesses make me charitable.
Neat trick: to be roused to ambition and reconciled to one's mediocrity at the same time.
Giving out crowns to everyone will not make a nation of kings.
Our detachments move us toward freedom and death.