What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.
The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul but it has to come to heel.
There are two things to aim at in life first, to get what you want and, after that, to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.
To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and keep absolutely sober.
A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
I cannot forgive my friends for dying I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.
We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.
To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know