Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

A man may be so much of everything that he is nothing of anything.

No man can have much kindness for him by whom he does not believe himself esteemed, and nothing so evidently proves esteem as imitation.

What is good only because it pleases cannot be pronounced good till it has been found to please.

Whoever envies another confesses his superiority.

That man is never happy for the present is so true, that all his relief from unhappiness is only forgetting himself for a little while. Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.

Learn that the present hour alone is man's.