Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!

The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little.

To die is not to play a part in society; it is the act of a single person. Let us live and laugh among our friends; let us die and sulk among strangers.

The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.

It costs an unreasonable woman no more to pass over one reason than another; they cherish themselves most where they are most wrong.

Men are tormented by the opinions they have of things, and not the things themselves.

Judgement holds in me a magisterial seat, at least it carefully tries to. It lets my feelings go their way, both hatred and friendship, even the friendship I bear myself, without being changed and corrupted by them.