The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

Adam knew Eve his wife and she conceived. It is a pity that this is still the only knowledge of their wives at which some men seem to arrive.

It is good to know what a man is, and also what the world takes him for. But you do not understand him until you have learnt how he understands himself.

Another occupation might have been better.