Vices are often habits rather than passions

Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls

The only thing wealth does for some people is to make them worry about losing it.

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.

To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.

Familiarity is the root of the closest friendships, as well as the intensest hatreds.