Nobody can write the life of a man but those who have eat and drunk and lived in social intercourse with him.
Truth allows no choice.
Such is the emptiness of human enjoyment that we are always impatient of the present. Attainment is followed by neglect, and possession by disgust.
Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.
And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.
Life has no pleasure higher or nobler than that of friendship.