Politeness is fictitious benevolence.
A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company
I would advise no man to marry who is not likely to propagate understanding.
Since life itself is uncertain, nothing which has life for its basis can boast much stability.
If pleasure was not followed by pain, who would forbear it?
Every man has something to do which he neglects, every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat.