To philosophize is to learn to die.

How many worthy men have we known to survive their own reputation, who have seen and suffered the honor and glory most justly acquired in their youth, extinguished in their own presence?

Wine is the benevolent god, who gives back gaiety to men and restores youth to the old.

And therefore, Reader, I myself am the subject of my book: it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain. Therefore, Farewell.

For there is no air that men so greedily draw in, that diffuses itself so soon, and that penetrates so deep as that of license.

Friendship that possesses the whole soul, and there rules and sways with an absolute sovereignty, can admit of no rival.

Indeed, there is no such thing as an altogether ugly woman — or altogether beautiful.