But it is a pretty thing to see what money will do!

The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.

Virtue is that perfect good, which is the complement of a happy life; the only immortal thing that belongs to mortality.

No man can live happily who regards himself alone, who turns everything to his own advantage. Thou must live for another, if thou wishest to live for thyself.

Remove severe restraint and what will become of virtue?

He who begs timidly courts a refusal.

Why does no one confess his sins? Because he is yet in them. It is for a man who has awoke from sleep to tell his dreams.