We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.

Great men lose somewhat of their greatness by being near us; ordinary men gain much.

Great men always pay deference to greater.

Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.