The only victory over love is flight.
Love is the occupation of the idle man, the amusement of a busy one, and the shipwreck of a sovereign.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich.
Man loves the marvelous. It has an irresistible charm for him. He is always ready to leave that with which he is familiar to pursue vain inventions. He lends himself to his own deception.
We are made weak both by idleness and distrust of ourselves. Unfortunate, indeed, is he who suffers from both. If he is a mere individual he becomes nothing; if he is a king he is lost.