Some, either from being glued to vice by a natural attachment, or from long habit, no longer recognize its ugliness.

We are nothing but ceremony; ceremony carries us away, and we leave the substance of things; we hang on to the branches and abandon the trunk and body.

I look upon the too good opinion that man has of himself, as the nursing mother of all false opinions, both public and private.

I may indeed very well happen to contradict myself; but truth, as Demades said, I do not contradict.

We imagine much more appropriately an artisan on his toilet seat or on his wife than a great president, venerable by his demeanorand his ability. It seems to us that they do not stoop from their lofty thrones even to live.

..a man may live long, yet live very little. Satisfaction in life depends not on the number of your years, but on your will.

The soul that has no established aim loses itself