Change, change,--we all covet change.
I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.
He who leaves the game wins it.
Life is a malady in which sleep soothes us every sixteen hours; it is a palliation; death is the remedy.
Man may aspire to virtue, but he cannot reasonably aspire to truth.
In great matters, men behave as they are expected to; in little ones, as they would naturally