Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
But when ill indeed, Even dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
Habit is the nursery of errors.
You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time, especially in that kind of mock rurality, ugly but odd, and partaking of two natures, which surrounds certain large cities, particularly Paris.
Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties.