The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.
Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?