A man who leaves home to mend himself and others is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?
Man wants but little here below, nor wants that little long.
Ceremonies are different in every country, but true politeness is everywhere the same.
The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
I was ever of the opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Not only the entire ability to think rests on language… but language is also the crux of the misunderstanding of reason with itself.
Where wealth accumulates, men decay.
The farther reason looks the greater is the haze in which it loses itself.