To be idle and to be poor have always been reproaches, and therefore every man endeavors with his utmost care to hide his poverty from others, and his idleness from himself.
The world will never be long without some good reason to hate the unhappy; their real faults are immediately detected, and if those are not sufficient to sink them into infamy, an additional weight of calumny will be super added.
Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity.
The longer we live the more we think and the higher the value we put on friendship and tenderness towards parents and friends.
There is nothing so much seduces reason from vigilance as the thought of passing life with an amiable woman in marriage.
Wickedness is always easier than virtue, for it takes a short cut to everything.
The wise man applauds he who he thinks most virtuous; the rest of the world applauds the wealthy.
Virtue is too often merely local.
A vow is a snare for sin.
A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization.
He that outlives a wife whom he has long loved, sees himself disjoined from the only mind that has the same hopes, and fears, and interest; from the only companion with whom he has shared much good and evil; and with whom he could set his mind at liberty, to retrace the past or anticipate the future. The continuity of being is lacerated; the settled course of sentiment and action is stopped; and life stands suspended and motionless.
Wine makes a man better pleased with himself. I do not say that it makes him more pleasing to others... This is one of the disadvantages of wine, it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.
Wine gives a man nothing. It neither gives him knowledge nor wit; it only animates a man, and enables him to bring out what a dread of the company has repressed. It only puts in motion what had been locked up in frost.
He is no wise man who will quit a certainty for an uncertainty.
He who has provoked the shaft of wit, cannot complain that he smarts from it.