It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!

First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.

To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.

We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.

The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts.