We should lay in a store of food, but never of pleasures; these should be gathered day by day.
What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.
The passions do not die out; they burn out.
Hatred is nearly always honest--rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.
After the age of eighty, all contemporaries are friends.
Indiscretion and wickedness, be it known, are first cousins.