Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want then when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that.

I turn my gaze inward. I fix it there and keep it busy. I look inside myself. I continually observe myself.

It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.

Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul.

The most evident token and apparent sign of true wisdom is a constant and unconstrained rejoicing.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

Women when they marry buy a cat in the bag.