Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.
Experience has further taught me this, that we ruin ourselves by impatience.
The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere.
No pleasure has any savor for me without communication.
When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.
In my opinion it is the happy living, and not, as Antisthenes said, the happy lying, in which human happiness consists.