Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.