The new friends whom we make after attaining a certain age and by whom we would fain replace those whom we have lost, are to our old friends what glass eyes, false teeth and wooden legs are to real eyes, natrual teeth and legs of flesh and bone.
Nicolas ChamfortLiving is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Nicolas ChamfortWhat we love intensely or for a long time we are likely to bring within the citadel, and to assert as part of oneself.
Nicolas Chamfort